O Himalayas, lofty and high, sky-kissing
And high and lofty,
Mountainous and deep,
Snowy and impregnable,
Tell, tell me
of the mountaineers
Buried deep and lost
Into the blizzards and storms and winds
While scaling you,
Tell me, tell me, Himalayas,
Lofty and high,
Magnificent and craggy,
Tell you, tell you,
o Himalayas
of the lost climbers and mountaineers
Native and foreign,
Those who came to scale the peaks
And climb you
And lost track of,
Tell you, tell you, O Himalayas!
Stand not speechless,
I question you
And answer you not,
O Himalayas,
Himalayas, say you,
Say you,
Where do the bodies lie in,
Where do they,
Dead and buried deep
The daring mountaineers,
Lost and forgotten,
Oh, you could be so callous,
So cruel to them,
Himalayas,
So callous and cruel
And you saw them losing track of
And missing,
You saw them losing track of
And missing!
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