The snows stretch interminably,
The very temples of our worship,
Where one goes before one dies.

The snows are thin white streak
Beyond rocks of no tree or bush,
And only shadows grow by  day.

Shadows pile on mud and rocks,
Until the shadows grow to night,
Over the real rocks and mounds.

We go there, before bodies drop,
Where snows are a white streak
And real things go with shadows.

(The Himalayas literally mean temples of snow and are believed to be the abode of Shiva , one of the Trinity -Brahma the Creator, Vishnu the Preserver and Shiva the Destroyer)

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