O Sagarmatha the Glorious One
As you gaze upon your white Capped ones.
The(white) mantle of secrecy for the Superior One.
The visions descend when sleep I seek.
The clatter of hooves on cobbled streets.
The dungeons, the caverns
engulfed in deceit.
O Free Soul, you giver of comfort to me,
Your arms, in profusion of red, a must see!
In the sorching sun, unfazed your greenery.
Flitting guests in your arms, sing their litany.
From the lofty perch where eagles dare.
Would I care to divulge what thoughts and share?
The white water rapids from the emerald tide.
The azure sky with it's spread so wide.
Oh Great worshippers of the Mother
And her many forms.
Look out, open the closet doors!
Centuries of dust have you stored.
Oh große Anbeter der Mutter
Und ihre vielen Formen.
Pass auf, öffne die Schranktüren!
Jahrhunderte Staub haben Sie gespeichert.
Twirling, swirling, on gossamer wings!
Melt me into you, or sweep me off my feet.
As the heavens open up and envelope the green.
Who cannot but be moved by this silent scene.
Like passing ships in the silent nights
Over oceans unknown did we flit past time.
The lights did beckon but the mind discerned.
The Lord did bless you, what's more to yearn?