Eternal Mountain
When the sky is cloudless, when there is not a whiff of
smoke, not a flake of dust in it, have any one of you witnessed the loveliness
of the Himalayas? One side the whole of Hindusthan stretches like a meadow
extending for a thousand miles, on the other side there are mountains on mountains
and above them other mountains, and far, far away from these have you seen the
snowy ranges? On that white & transparent snow, the sun beams are blazing
brilliantly.
It appears like large cities adorned with rows of lights on
the coming of prince. In the east and in the west as far as you can see, peaks
rise on peaks; piles of peaks rise above them, still more peaks rise above them. Who knows where they end? No pause, no end one may as well call them eternal..!
The rainy season is just over; streams of white water like the forth of milk are gushing down with gurgling sounds from the fountains on all sides. In some, rainbows are seen in the sunlight, while some where a spring is flowing forever unnoticed through eternal darkness no one ever sees it; Still there is no pause in the flow wherever there is a spring, there are woods of plants, and where there is none, there are grim-looking, over hanging stones which seem about to crash instantly on the neck of any one who nears them.
Yonder is a fearful precipice, and just on the brink of it is a deep hollow. Where is the bottom of the hollow? It is not seen if it can be seen you will only see a rivulet running along. Its water is jumping from stone to stone, dancing and flowing on….!!
The Himalayas have remained just as you see them today, for time without end. Their snowy ranges have been just like ever the same. All things have been like this. In the rain too the beauty of the Himalayas is as sublime and yet fascinating, as awful and ravishing..!!
Translated by: C. L. Wren
