In the night, the annual herbs by thousands growing on this foremost of hills, shine and become visible by their own lustre, like flames of fire.
निशि भान्त्यचलेन्द्रस्य हुताशनशिखा इव। ओषध्यः स्वप्रभालक्ष्म्या भ्राजमानाः सहस्रशः॥