With your ardour In that green valley You raised your hand To the evening sky, I remember too. Looking two glazing stars of That silvery evening, Two cormorants were

In the realm where mountains loom, With folds of Secrets and sorrows, There lies a love That brightly blooms, Beyond the Reach of dark tomorrows.

In the land of beauty In the realm of nature’s grace, The mountain peak Touches the sky, Where the snowy beds ascend. The mount adorned in pristine white Where a jewel in the crown basking in golden sun rays.