Light through the sky as on it passed.
Then high in air that best of cars
Traversed the path of lunar stars,
Sending a fitful radiance pale
As moonbeams shot through cloudy veil.
Far on his airy way he flew:
Near Táḍakeya's[483] grove he drew.
Márícha welcomed him, and placed
Before him food which giants taste,
With honour led him to a seat,