A History of Sanskrit Literature c7.33

c7.33

*May I not yet, King Varuṇa,*
*Go down into the house of clay:*
*Have mercy, spare me, mighty Lord.*

*Thirst has come on thy worshipper*
*Though standing in the waters’ midst:*¹
*Have mercy, spare me, mighty Lord.*

*O Varuṇa, whatever the offence may be*
*That we as men commit against the heavenly folk*
*When through our want of thought we violate thy laws,*
*Chastise us not, O God, for that iniquity.*