On the banks of Ganges first she met him,
Tow’ring midst a numerous warlike train:
Crown’d with garlands, hymns reciting,
Swains and maidens round him throng:
With loud crash
Cymbals clash:
Rocks re-echo the triumphal song.
See him on his golden car high seated
Drawn by lions and by tigers strong!
These, compell’d by his heroic valour,