She leaps into the fiery death.
But the God-youth now arises,
From the circling flames removed,
Clasping in his arms protecting,
Soars upward with his well-beloved.
The Gods are pleased with sinners repenting;
And raise their once-lost children, immortal,
With fiery arms to heaven above.”
“Ganga!” mingles with the dying echoes. What is it? That voice!