Jai Sri Ram,
Those who have their faces turned away from Hari and Hara and have no love for Righteousness cannot even dream of going there, on the summit of that mountain exists a huge banyan tree, which is ever young and charming during all seasons,
Fanned by cool, soft, and fragrant breeze, its shade is very refreshing, is the favorite resort of Shiva, once upon a time, Lord betook himself beneath the tree and was much gladdened at heart to see it,
Spreading the tigerskin on the ground with his own hands, Shiva sat down casually, his body fair in hue as the jasmine, the moon, and the conch shell, arms of inordinate length, a hermit's covering, consisting of the bark of trees, wrapped around his loins,
His feet resembled a pair of fu; blow red lotus and their toenails shedding a luster that dispelled the darkness of the devotees' hearts, serpents, and ashes serving as ornaments of Shiva, his countenance eclipsing the splendor even of the autumnal full moon,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
