By deep desire to know, he heard,
The pious saint began to tell
What paused the waters' roar and swell:
“On high Kailása's distant hill
There lies a noble lake
Whose waters, born from Brahmá's will,
The name of Mánas[158] take.
Thence, hallowing where'er they flow,
The streams of Sarjú fall,
And wandering through the plains below