Rosemeen, why are you in England?
What are you doing here?
This is not your soil or your land
Your roots are in Kashmir;
Your skin reminds me of those snow-capped mountains
Your voice reminds me of those singing silver streams
Your eyes remind me of those deep valleys and misty plains
Your lips remind me that your kisses are more than just dreams.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
Imagine a body that makes every organ thirst
Imagine angels singing a melody so divine
Imagine a face that makes your heart burst
Imagine a rose that’s been watered with wine;
If I could bottle your perfume
I would be a millionaire overnight
If I could plant you in my room
I would love you day and night.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
There’s not a pear in the world
That has curves like your hips
There’s not a rose in the world
That’s as red as your lips;
There’s a ‘heaven on Earth’ just for you
Go back to Kashmir before you get hurt
I will be waiting there to pick you
And wear you next to my heart.
Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.
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