A History of Sanskrit Literature c7.40

c7.40

*Borne by swift coursers, he will now unyoke them:*
*The speeding chariot he has stayed from going.*
*He checks the speed of them that glide like serpents:*
*Night has come on by Savitṛi's commandment.*
*The weaver rolls her outstretched web together,*
*The skilled lay down their work in midst of toiling,*
*The birds all seek their nests, their shed the cattle:*
*Each to his lodging Savitṛi disperses.*