Jumla

 

Mountains Here sing in dawn’s embrace

These rivers whisper stories old and deep,

A quiet strength shines in each rugged face,  

While terraced fields in silver silence sleep.

 

The clouds drift low to kiss the cedar high,

And prayer flags tremble in the mountain air,

The valleys echo with a child’s soft cry,

A song of Hope that binds the people there.

 

Though time may change, the spirit will remain,

In Khas’ heart, no beauty fades away.