Caps with her copper lid the dark blue sky,

And through the fissures of her clouded fan

Peeps at the naughty monster man,

Go mount yon edifice,

And show thy steady face

In renovated pride,

More bright, more glorious than before!'

But ah! coy Surya still felt a twinge,

Still smarted from his former singe;

And to Veeshnoo replied,