English
O sky licking Himalaya mountains, who do you call ice crowned? Which stealer of mind engrossed your curly haired head? In sun rays, ice melts and water of love flows. Sitting isolated in meditative posture, in ever tranquil silence, on whom do you meditate? In the subtle and graceful forestial beauty, in the fragrantly decorated stretch of longitude, by whose introduction does your heart fall prey to a singular and divine world?
