Samaveda 427

427

4 8 3 1801a pra te dhārā asaścato divo na yanti vṛṣṭayaḥ .
4 8 3 1801c acchā vājaṃ sahasriṇam .. 1761
4 8 3 1802a abhi priyāṇi kāvyā viśvā cakṣāṇo arṣati .
4 8 3 1802c haristuñjāna āyudhā .. 1762
4 8 3 1803a sa marmṛjāna āyubhiribho rājeva suvrataḥ .
4 8 3 1803c śyeno na vaṃsu ṣīdati .. 1763
4 8 3 1804a sa no viśvā divo vasūto pṛthivyā adhi .
4 8 3 1804c punāna indavā bhara .. 1764

Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of wealth.

He, flows beholding on his way all well-beloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.

He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants,
Sits as a falcon in the wood.

So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified.
All treasures both of heaven and earth!