O’ Himalayas!
How do I sing the glory of Your magnanimity?
How do I tell about the purity You hold,
Of the pristine rivers and the peaks that people bow?
Of the air and water that heals the soul,
Of saints and artists alike,
That gave up the world to reveal the secrets You hold.
How do I convince my mad heart that longs for Your sight to behold?
A thousand words aren’t enough to describe the feeling,
The expressions unable to make its way through the ink.
Or should I just cry on the papers to show my love for You!