$ 0 0 From the pristine waters of valley lakes To the highest reaches where the mountain takes In the dark of night… …under the setting sun Lies a mystic land, surpassed by none Hosting gardens edified in Mughal praise And water homes under Moon’s doleful gaze ‘Cross winding roads… …and wintry roofs …and remnants from bygone ages too Stands a rider here… …a snow chief there Invested with a purposeful air Now tell me, Stranger, passing by Why do heavenly things pay the heaviest price…