
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.