A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s2.140

v1.c8.s2.140

“Approach the bosom of the earth, the mother,
This earth, the far-extending, most propitious ;
Young, soft as wool to bounteous givers, may she
Preserve thee from the lap of dissolution.

Wide open, earth, O press not heavily on him ;
Be easy of approach to him, a refuge safe ;
As with a robe a mother hides
Her son, so shroud this man, O earth.

Now opening wide may here the earth stand steadfast,
May here a thousand columns rise to prop her ;
May here those mansions ever drip with butter,
And here be always shelter to protect him.

For thee I now prop up the earth around thee here ;
In lowering this clod may I receive no harm.
May the Fathers hold up for thee this column,
And Yama here provide for thee fit mansions.”