Where Mount Kailása's summits rise,
Ten hundred millions hasted, hued
Like manes of lions, ne'er subdued:
The dwellers on Himálaya's side,
Whose food his roots and fruit supplied,
With rangers of the Vindhyan chain
And neighbours of the Milky Main.[647]
Some from the palm groves where they fed,
Some from the woods of betel sped:
In countless numbers, fierce and brave,