A History of Sanskrit Literature c7.123

c7.123

*As birds extend their sheltering wings,*
*Spread your protection over us.*

*As charioteers avoid ill roads,*
*May dangers always pass us by.*

*Resting in you, O gods, we are*
*Like men that fight in coats of mail.*

*Look down on us, O Ādityas,*
*Like spies observing from the bank:*

*Lead us to paths of pleasantness,*
*Like horses to an easy ford.*