A History of Sanskrit Literature c7.87

c7.87

*The trees he strikes to earth and smites the demon crew:*
*The whole world fears the wielder of the mighty bolt.*
*The guiltless man himself flees from the potent god,*
*What time Parjanya thund'ring smites the miscreant.*

*Like a car-driver urging on his steeds with whips,*
*He causes to bound forth the messengers of rain.*
*From far away the lion's roar reverberates,*
*What time Parjanya fills the atmosphere with rain.*

*Forth blow the winds, to earth the lightning flashes fall,*
*Up shoot the herbs, the realm of light with moisture streams;*
*Nourishment in abundance springs for all the world,*
*What time Parjanya quickeneth the earth with seed.*

*Thunder and roar : the vital germ deposit!*
*With water-bearing chariot fly around us!*
*Thy water-skin unloosed to earth draw downward:*
*With moisture make the heights and hollows equal!*