Verse 1

¹There was a great mountain, king, famous by the name of Trikuta, ringed round by the sea of milk, splendid, ten thousand leagues high. ²It spread as far again on every side, and with three peaks of silver and iron and gold it stood making the sea and the quarters and the sky bright. ³With its other peaks too, bright with jewels and ores, it lit up all the quarters, with its many trees and creepers and bushes, and the roar of falling water. ⁴Its feet washed on every side by the waves of milk, it makes the ground dark green with its stones of emerald. ⁵Its caves are the haunt of siddhas and caranas and gandharvas, of vidyadharas and great serpents, of kinnaras and apsarases at their play.

⁶There, when a cave rings with the sound of their singing, the lions cannot bear it and roar back, boastful, taking it for a rival. ⁷It is adorned with valleys crowded with herds of forest animals, and with bright trees, gardens of the gods, and birds of sweet throat. ⁸It has rivers and lakes of clear water, sandbanks of jewelled grains, and winds off the water carrying the sweetness the bathing women of the gods leave behind.