A History of Indian Literature v1.c8.s3.44

v1.c8.s3.44

“Those maidens there, the veins, who run their course in robes of ruddy hue,
Must now stand quiet, reft of power, like sisters who are brotherless. [1]
Stay still, thou upper vein, stay still, thou lower, stay, thou midmost one,
The smallest one of all stand still: let the great vessel e’en be still. [2]
Among a thousand vessels charged with blood, among a thousand veins,
Even these the middlemost stand still and their extremities have rest. [3]
A mighty rampart built of sand hath circled and encompassed you.
Be still, and quietly take rest.”²