A History of Sanskrit Literature c8.29

c8.29

*The frogs have lifted up their voice,*
*Excited when Parjanya comes.*

*When one repeats the utterance of the other*
*Like those who learn the lesson of their teacher,*
*Then every limb of yours seems to be swelling,*
*As eloquent ye prate upon the waters.*

*As Brahmans at the mighty soma offering*
*Sit round the large and brimming vessel talking,*
*So throng ye round the pool to hallow*
*This day of all the year that brings the rain-time.*

*These Brahmans with their soma raise their voices,*
*Performing punctually their yearly worship;*
*And these Adhvaryus, sweating with their kettles,*
*These priests come forth to view, and none are hidden.*

*The twelvemonth's god-sent order they have guarded,*
*And never do these men neglect the season.*
*When in the year the rainy time commences,*
*Those who were heated kettles gain deliverance.*