THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven, To bring a thousand stores of strength.
He flows beholding on his way all wellbeloved sacred lore, Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.
He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants. Sits as a falcon in the, wood.
So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified, All treasures both of heaven and earth.
