Majestic you are,
Awe inspiring is your peaks,
Touching the sky,
Meandering through your rocky terrain is
Many a Holy River,
Causing the rise of ancient civilizations,
Beauty manifested in magnanimity;
Dotted with Shrines,
Where Silence is worshiped,
And Sanctity is preserved.
Mystique yet familiar,
Agitate the humans,
To unravel the unfamiliar,
Treading back and forth to the peaks,
Leaving trail of decays,
On your feet.
Explodes anger,earth shudders,
Human lives perish underneath boulders,
Punished they are for their insensitivity;
Intervenes He to calm your rage,
Reaffirms your faith,
When a child is born surrounded by deaths,
Sanctity prevails and Silence worshiped with reverence.