O Divine Mountains, O Himalaya!

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With each new breath so close you seem,

My love, my master, guide you seem,

But I do find myself at home,

Each time I open my eyes.
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I drink your fluids, your air I breathe,

Your shining snow does melt my heat,

The sun, that god, does try his whole,

And yet you break not vows of snow.
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The small, the green, such hills I see,

They are your shadows unto knee,

Your sharp edges shuts all cuts,

Your crown does humbly, shift its shape.
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As rough as my thoughts and style,

Unguessable as life’s files,

Pristine such as my virgin wishes,

You and me, were meant to be.
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Such strong emotions, pen does choke,

With you in mind, all language’s joke,

If I would die before I see you,

Soon after death I’ll open my eyes!