This morning, at dawn, when the ghastly shroud unveiled, I departed.

I will walk eyes fixed on one thought, not hearing a noise, seeing nothing outside but your transcendent peak dominating the valley.

This morning, at dawn, when the ghastly shroud unveiled, I departed.

Looking back one last time at the lonely overlooking ridge that is Machapuchare, I ventured away, deeper into the subjugating woods, being obstructed from its marvelous silhouette.