When you come to the blue mountains, you feel the breeze becoming different. The wind caresses you. The white cranes make lovely circles before you. Peacocks stand on branches of the trees, their fans out-spread, dancing to the drumming of thunder. At last you reach the Himalayas. And you will see where the rainbow bends its glory to make an entrance for the gods. You will find a woman there whose bracelets are too big for her wrists, because she has grown thin, longing for me. She is my wife.