O Himalaya! O rampart of the realm of India! Bowing down, the sky kisses your forehead.

Your condition does not show any signs of old age; you are young in the midst of day and night's alternation*. * The alternation of the day and night is what produces time. This verse also alludes to the relative recentness of the Himalayas in terms of geological ages. This range came into existence 5-10 million years ago in the Pliocene epoch.

The Kalim of Toor-e-Seina witnessed but one Effulgence for the discerning eye you are an embodiment of Effulgence.

To the outward eye you are a mere mountain range; in reality you are our sentinel, you are India's rampart.

You are the diwan whose opening verse is the sky. You lead Man to the solitudes of his heart's retreat.

Snow has endowed you with the turban of honour* which scoffs at the crown of the world-illuminating sun. * The successful completion of education in the institutions of higher learning in the Muslim world culminates in a turban being conferred on the scholar as an insignia of his academic degree. It corresponds with the cap and academic hood in the Western world.

Antiquity is but a moment of your bygone age; dark clouds are encamped in your valleys.

Your peaks are matching with the Pleiades in elegance; though you are standing on earth your abode is sky's expanse.

The stream in your flank is a fast flowing mirror, for which the breeze is working like a kerchief.

The mountain top's lightning has given a whip in the hands of cloud for the ambling horse.

O Himalah! Are you like a theater stage which nature's hand has made for its elements?

Ah! How the cloud is swaying in excessive joy; the cloud like an unchained elephant is speeding.

Gentle movement of the morning zephyr is acting like a cradle; every flower bud is swinging with intoxication of existence.

The flower bud's silence with the petal's tongue is saying ‘I have never experienced the jerk of the florist's hand.

Silence itself is relating the tale of mine; the corner of nature's solitude is the abode of mine’.

The brook is melodiously descending from the high land putting the waves of Kawthar* and Tasnâm* to embarrassment. * Kawthar and Tasnâm: They are two fountains in Paradise. The name includes their streams also.

As if showing the mirror to Nature's beauty; now evading now rowing against the rock in its way.

Play in passing this orchestra of beautiful music O wayfarer! The heart comprehends your music.

When the night's Lailah unfurls her long hair; the sound of water-falls allures the heart.

That silence of the night whose beauty surpasses speech. That state of silent meditation overshadowing the trees.

That dusk's beauty which shivers along the mountain range; very beautiful looks this rouge on your cheeks.

O Himalah! Do relate to us some stories of the time when your valleys became abode of Man's ancestors*. * This refers to the antiquity of the Himalayas in archaeological times. Kashmir was an inhabited area at the time of the Indus Valley civilization in the third millennium B.C. It also alludes to the tradition that the Hindu sages wrote the Vedas in the Himalayas under the inspiration of its beauty.

Relate something of the life without sophistication which had not been stained by the rouge of sophistication.

O Imagination! Bring back that period O Vicissitudes of Time speed backwards*. * This is an outpouring of the poet's heart in which he yearns for the revival of the Islamic civilization, of which the Asian civilization was a precursor and a part.