A History of Sanskrit Literature c8.19

c8.19

*Just as a yoke with leathern thong*
*They fasten on that it may hold:*
*So have I now held fast thy soul,*
*That thou mayst live and mayst not die,*
*Anon to be unhurt and well.*

*Downward is blown the blast of wind,*
*Downward the burning sunbeams shoot,*
*Adown the milk streams from the cow:*
*So downward may thy ailment go.*