A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s3.107

v1.c8.s3.107

Wherever two together plot, and deem they are alone,
King Varuṇa is there, a third, and all their schemes are known. [2]
This earth is his, to him belong those vast and boundless skies;
Both seas within him rest, and yet in that small pool he lies. [3]
Whoever far beyond the sky should think his way to wing,
He could not there elude the grasp of Varuṇa the king.
His spies, descending from the skies, glide all this world around;
Their thousand eyes all-scanning sweep to earth’s remotest bound. [4]
Whate’er exists in heaven and earth, whatever beyond the skies,
Before the eyes of Varuṇa, the king, unfolded lies.
The ceaseless winkings all he counts of every mortal’s eyes,
He wields this universal frame as gamester throws his dice. [5]
May all thy fateful toils which, seven by seven, threefold, lie spread out, ensnare him that speaks falsehood: him that speaks the truth they shall let go! [6]
With a hundred snares, O Varuṇa, surround him, let the liar not go free from thee, O thou that observest men! The rogue shall sit his belly hanging loose, like a cask without hoops, bursting all about! [7]
With (the snare of) Varuṇa which is fastened lengthwise, and that which (is fastened) broadwise, with the indigenous and the foreign, with the divine and the human,— [8]
With all these snares do I fetter thee, O N. N., descended from N. N., the son of the woman N. N.: all these do I design for thee.” [9]