Carved in Stone

(hummmmm) Before the sky first learned to glow,

Before the rivers chose their flow,

The mountains breathed a secret song To teach the world what strength

could grow. Now sorrow stirs that ancient air,

A trembling vow, a whispered prayer — A memory older than the

storms, A promise carved: We still are there.

Children of the high winds,

Where do your spirits roam?

We walk where thunder shaped the stone,

We stand where elders made their home,

हामी यहाँ छौं — the mountains know our names,

For this is blood,

and this is bone.

Raise the fires along the spines Where ridge meets cloud in silver

lines. For we are keepers of the flame,

Guardians of the river’s signs,

Those who rise when mountains shake,

And stand when roaring water climbs.

From the roots of the world

A low voice wakes

— A rumble shaped by shadowed stone

That every grieving spirit takes: Hold fast.

Hold fast.

Hold fast.

The mountains answer with their roar,

A thunder older than the shore,

Until grief

becomes a single pulse

That binds the earth forevermore.

Who remains to lift the lost?

We remain, whatever the cost.

We remain where rivers bend,

We remain where storms descend,

हामी उठ्छौं — while sky remembers flame,

And rise again,

and rise again.

From shattered stone we gather near,

From broken earth we rise without fear.

Our hands rebuild what time unmade,

Our voices bind the valley clear.

For despair is but a passing storm,

And we are carved from mountain form — The song endures within

our bones, And through our breath,

the peaks stay warm.

Nepal,

keeper of sky‑lit flame,

What do you carry in your name?

We carry ages carved in stone,

We carry strength the earth has grown,

We carry fire that never dies,

We rise, हामी उठ्छौं,

we rise.

Long have we dwelled in heights of gold,

And long shall we remain,

steadfast and bold.

For rivers wander, worlds may fall,

Even the sky forgets its role

— But the spirit of the mountain stays,

Enduring through our nights and days,

And through our voices,

carved in time, The mountain sings.

The mountain stays.