Hardly the poor pilgrim climbed the mountain br Before the sunset and he rests on the peak. br Peak murmurs like in a prayer; br 'Hermit died a long ago and the hermitage was blown br in the stormy days. br Since that day I tried to come down br But later on I came to know that I cannot move br Like the old sage! ' br br * To be trusted is a greter compliment than to be loved.