The Kashmir sky The biggest face in snow Sixteen thousand feet Reaching from top to toe A sight of blinding splendour When destiny calls Straight on the path to fame The king has broken a bond The summit calls their names Before the voice trailed away in silence Before he was swept away Brother, death and loneliness He's crawling He's falling He is desperately unclear He's tracing, effacing The memory of Diamir The western wall A fateful call No answer, no warning Just fear for a brother on Diamir A gleam of hope, racked with pain The way to cope, when brothers remain Woebegone, the pangs of remorse On and on, to follow the force The summit alone, the ghost of a chance The venture so unknown, a fading romance In the presence of danger, the tag-end of will The claws of a stranger, can stroke or can kill Enshring the memory, surmounting the fear It's an icebound tragedy, the fate of Diamir The veil of obliveon, of blood, tears and sweat Out of a clear sky as his sun is set Pay the last honors, thoughts range the past Hold on in remembrance, memories that last Goodbye