Canto XLIV.The Descent Of Gangá. The Lord of life the skies regained: The fervent king a year remained With arms upraised,refusing rest While with one toe the earth he pressed, Still as a post,with sleepless eye, The air his food,his roof the sky. The year had past.Then Umá's lord,198 King of creation,world adored, Thus spoke to great Bhagírath:“I, Well pleased thy wish will gratify, And on my head her waves shall fling The daughter of the Mountains'King!” He stood upon the lofty crest That crowns the Lord of Snow, And bade the river of the Blest Descend on earth below.