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1. BRINGING our homage we have
come to one magnificent in look.
Glorified of the mighty Gods
2 To Asamati, spring of gifts,
lord of the brave, a radiant car,
The conqueror of Bhajeratha
3 Who, when the spear hath
armed his hand, or even weaponless o'erthrows
Men strong as buffaloes in fight;
4 Him in whose service
flourishes Iksvaku, rich and dazzling-bright.
As the Five Tribes that are in heaven.
5 Indra, support the princely
power of Rathaprosthas matched by none,
Even as the Sun for all to see.
6 Thou for Agastya's sister's
sons yokest thy pair of ruddy steeds.
Thou troddest niggards under foot, all those, O
King, who brought no gifts.
7 This is the mother, this the
sire, this one hath come to be thy life.
What brings thee forth is even this. Now come,
Subandhu, get thee forth.
8 As with the leather thong
they bind the chariot yoke to hold it fast,
So have I held thy spirit fast, held it for
life and not for death, held it for thy security.
9 Even as this earth, the
mighty earth, holds fast the monarchs of the wood.
So have I held thy spirit fast, held it for
life and not for death, held it for thy security.
10 Subandlin's spirit I have
brought from Yarna, from Vivasvan's Son,
Brought it for life and not for death, yea,
brought it for security.
11 The wind blows downward
from on high, downward the Sun-God sends his heat,
Downward the milch-cow pours her milk: so
downward go thy pain and grief.
12 Felicitous is this mine
hand, yet more felicitous is this.
This hand contains all healing balms, and this
makes whole with gentle touch.
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