Let me tell you a story ! Of the land where air used to be full of odor The royal past of my "Paradise" home The Dal , when used to be pure and pristine The mint morning breezes The military free hills , planes and roads That was when we were living heavenly Women assembling in moonlit lawns To sing and perform Rouff dance Of their own accord ! The things are changed now All I see is residue and ruins ! The mother who used to sing lullabies For his child to sleep Is now wailing and lamenting For his child to make him awake From the deathless sleep ! Blood spilling , tears streaming ! The dead families , the orphans ! The pain , the Agony ! The tears , The lost homes ! The children living in fear and elder ones in chaos ! This is how we are surviving nowadays But this ache they force on us will be over soon Like darkness , when rises the fortnight moon Our rosy ideas , our fallen home One day shall again bloom !