Thou leadest the rosy kine, and the white herds, and the horses
With the blond flowing manes dear to the brothers Asvini.”
Like a youthful bride who goes from her bath to her spouse,
Reflecting in her eyes the love of him her lover,
So dost thou smiling let fall the light garments that veil thee,
And serene to the heavens thy virgin figure reveal.
Flushed thy cheeks, with white breast panting, thou runnest
To the sovereign of worlds, to the fair flaming Suria.
And he joins and, in a bow, stretches around his mighty neck
Thy rosy arms: but at his terrible glances thou fleest.