So thou, O drum, shout out against our enemies,
Scare them away in terror and confound their minds.
Among the cosmogonic and theosophic hymns the finest is a long one of sixty-three stanzas addressed to the earth (xii. 1). I translate a few lines to give some idea of its style and contents:—
The earth, on whom, with clamour loud,
Men that are mortal sing and dance,
On whom they fight in battle fierce:
This earth shall drive away from us our foemen,
And she shall make us free from all our rivals.
In secret places holding treasure manifold,
The earth shall riches give, and gems and gold to me: