Jai Sri Ram,
Said Lord Shiva, listen, O charming and bright eyed lady, to the circumstances in which I heard this story, that delivers from the cycle of births and deaths,
Your First birth in the house of Daksha as Sati, At Daksha Sacrifice you were in subjected to contumely, and in the heat of indignation you gave up your life, my servants wracked the sacrifice, the whole episode known to you in detail,
Your lose had left me disconsolate, my dear, I wondered beautiful woodlands, mountains, rivers and beyond that too, but found no charm anywhere, in the far north, beyond mount Sumeru, there stand a most lovely mountain known by the name of Nilagiri that blue mountain,
It has four charming and delightful golden peaks which gladdened my soul, on each stood one gigantic tree, A Banyan, a Peepul that sacred bo-tree, a Plasksa that Indian fig, and a Mango, on the top of mountain sparked a beautiful tam with jeweled steps which were so enchanting to behold, its water was cool limpid and cool and sweet, abundant lotuses with many colors flocks of swans murmured their sweet notes and the bees made a delightful buzzing,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
