When You-‘ll Be Watched, Rising Up In The Sky,
Saving Yourself From Wild Tossing Of Trunks
By Huge Wild Elephants Reigning Directions,
With Your Face Turned Northward, From Here Onwards
This Place, Which-‘s Full Of Juicy Dense Wet Reeds
By Simple-Minded Wives Of The Reverent Siddhas,
Their Up-Turned Faces Turned Wide-Eyed With Fear
Charmed And Amazed By Your Corporeal Huge,
Shall Gaze You High Overhead, Conjecturing Wildly
-Ë—does Wind Carries Along A Mountain Peak?
That Might Fall On Our Heads!-‘ Alarmed They-‘ll Be