ABHRAḾLEHI HIMÁCAL GIRI
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KE SE CIT COR KARECHE
VIBHORA TOMÁR HIMER ALAKÁKE
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TUŚÁR KIRIT́E D́ÁKO KÁKE
MIHIRER KARE JHARAJHARA KARE
TUŚÁR GALIÁ PRIITI VÁRI JHARE
KÁR DHYÁNÁSANE BASIÁ VIJANE
CIR PRASHÁNTA NIRVÁKE
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ARAŃYÁNIITE SHOBHITA TANIMÁ
RÚPE SAORABHE SÁJÁNO DRÁGHIMÁ
KÁR PARICAYE HIYÁ VINIMAYE
HOLE ANANYA DEVALOKE
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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?