All English Sonnets
See how serenely sacred Ganga flows,
I notice daily, on her crowded banks,
In gullies and ravines and hedge grows-
Devotes do obeisance, offer thanks.
She rises from Lord SHIVA’S tangled, locks,
This legend is by Vedas perpetuated,
And truth is recognized, though belated,
That emanating in the Himalayan rocks,
In dewy freshness from her sacred source,
She gathers in her bosom, endless mire,
And all through her undulating course,
Has spread abundance like a mighty sire,
And mothered grand tradition, given birth,
To the greatest culture on the- Mother Earth.