On the grey river road Kali stands alone
while the luminous morning whispers.
Secrets of rivers sing silver topped stones
and of miracles that fall from the sky.
Shiva is dancing to bicycle bells 
and Tikka dots decorate their foreheads.
Himalayan dragonflies dance in the meadows
of elbows shifting through the ashes.

Chorus:
I feel the breeze, I see the myriad.
I hear the need, here in this lotus land.

The elephants are gone the sad lingers on
the sad lingers on in their gazes.
Dark crumbling temples are hidden in the snow
immortal sunlight is echoing the ancient.

Chorus

The elephants are gone, the sad lingers on.
the sad lingers on in their gazes.