Thus each to other spake his thought:

“Now joy to Bráhmans, joy to kine,

And all whom world count half divine!

May Raghu's offspring slay in fight

Pulastya's sons who roam by night!”

In words like these and more, the best

Of high-souled saints their hopes expressed,

Bending their eager eyes from where

Car-borne with Gods they rode in air.

Beneath them stretching far, they viewed