Mani Karan

Surrounded by hills

On all sides.

It looks like a beggar’s bowl,

Into which Parvati River

Comes with a fury.

The temper of angry river

Is so sharp

That it cuts through rocks,

To go beyond.

On one side,

It holds cold water in its hands,

And is immersed in the recital

Of the Guru Granth Saheb;

And on the other side,

It makes tea

From the hot water of the river

And drinksit from a clay mug’

And shrugs off the cold:

Mani Karan.

Tr. Baidar Bakht