I pray to the spirit
As the guardian spirit
And the natural force
Prevalent in us all
In rocks, stones and trees,
The Lord of hills, dales and valleys,
Rivers, woods and the livestock.
Call it Yaksha,
Purusha,
The Guardian Spirit
Or the Spectre and it all,
The Austro-Asiatic sadhu
Just like Brahma-devata,
Who is passing it with a force
With the hanging locks,
Whose is the spectre
Frightening us,
Whose is the shadow
Reflected in the hills?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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