Having reached the mountain source of Ganga,
Himalayan crags, fragrant with jellied musk of
Kasturi deer, lure you to their peaks
To rest from travel's fatigue.
Reposing on a snowy summit you are blanketed
In radiance, as with white dust from Nandi's feet.
 

 

If fire ignites the forest of devdars
By rubbing branches together in the wind,
And burns the hairy tails of yaks,
You should extinguish it completely
By shedding torrents of water --
Let the noble save those who suffer.
 

Eight-legged monsters on the mountain
Are willing to break their legs
Attacking as you leave their path.
Frighten them with rain and hail:
Intent on fruitless behavior,
Should they not be objects of contempt?
 

 

O Megh, prostrating in devotion,
Circumambulate the Moon-Crowned one's
Sacred foot-print marked on stone --
A place piled with offerings from siddhas who,
Seeing it at death and cleansed thereby of sin,
Are merged in their Lord.

 

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