Wrapped I am in your pashmina shawl, 

The embroidered flowers seem fresh like spring,

In mirth flits every woven starling,

Ah! The past sends me a distant call

As my aging knees amble and stall,

To untarnished memories I cling

Wrapped in your pashmina shawl.

Autumnal leaves replay songs as they fall,

The gentle zephyr tugs at my heartstring

Soothing the wounds that are worsening, 

Your rose-stained lips I fondly recall

Wrapped in your pashmina shawl.