A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s2.130

v1.c8.s2.130

"Of Vāta's car I now will praise the greatness:
Rending it speeds along; its noise is thunder.
Touching the sky it flies, creating lightnings;
Scattering dust it traverses earth's ridges.

The hosts of Vāta onward speed together:
They haste to him as women to a concourse.
The god with them upon the same car mounted,
The king of all this universe speeds onward.

In air, along his pathways speeding onward,
Never on any day he tarries resting.
The first-born, order-loving friend of waters:
Where was he born, and whence has he arisen?

Of gods the breath, and of the world the offspring,
This god according to his liking wanders,
His sound is heard, his form is never looked on:
That Vāta let us worship with oblation."