Here let Kuvera's garden rise
Which far in Northern Kuru[366] lies:
For leaves let cloth and gems entwine,
And let its fruit be nymphs divine.
Let Soma[367] give the noblest food
To feed the mighty multitude,
Of every kind, for tooth and lip,
To chew, to lick, to suck, and sip.
Let wreaths, where fairest flowers abound,
Spring from the trees that bloom around.