There is a mountain named Meru, of blazing appearance, and looking like a heap of effulgence. The rays of the Sun falling on its peaks of golden lustre are dispersed by them. Decked with gold and exceedingly beautiful, that mountain is the haunt of the gods and the Gandharvas. It is immeasurable and unapproachable by men of manifold sins. Dreadful beasts of prey wander over its breasts, and it is illuminated by many divine life-giving herbs. It stands kissing the heavens by its height and is the first of mountains.

In plain words: This describes Mount Meru, a golden, shining mountain so tall it touches the sky. Gods and heavenly singers called Gandharvas live there. Healing herbs grow on it, fierce animals roam it, and people full of wrongdoing cannot reach it.