LET me not yet, King Indra, enter into the house of clay: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

When, Thunderer! I move along tremulous like a wind-blown skin, have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

O Bright and Powerful Deva, through want of strength I erred and went astray Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

Thirst found thy worshipper though he stood in the midst of water-fijods: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.

O Indra, whatever the offenc. May be which we as men commit against the heavenly host, when through our want of thought we violate thy laws, punish us not, for that iniquity.