Peeloh ascended the Hills of Gundgurh
Was wrapped in deepest thought.
Before him was the Indus,
Behind him the Haro.
The plains of Chach like a sea are there
Where to plant ’tis sure to sprout,
But to sow your field in the soil of Dhunnie
You may well sit by its side and weep.
Another of their poets, a Pathan, and a man of “Huzro,” beholding
Cashmere from the Mountains and the vale of the country stretched out
before him, burst, it is said, into the following stanzas:
Kashmere to ajub ja hai
Juthay âp Khudâ râza hai
Kea kishtee! kea howa hai
Yek seir hai Huzrut “Bul” key
Vo tâkht-l-Suleemâni
Kashmere ka thanda pâni.