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.