You speak with me in dream - eastern ascetic man
Commune with me whatever we seem to say
When I ask you where you come from
Turning you look at me telling "Kashmir".
High land of sapphires, walnut and mulberry
Whose lakes reflect the hills in their violet depths
Glaciers melt to crystal rivers
Kingfishers skim amid water lilies.
The Fisher King may dwell in the Shalimar
And we catch fire - to selve and to bear the light
Whose the face we each reflect?
Jesus the one and the thousand thousand.
Kashmir afar I love and remember you
Fine wool, fine rice, fine silk such as dreamers find
Once in life and ever long for
Now I must rest in the bluebird’s promise.