Supplies the place of sacred cord.[620]
And winds that in their caverns moan
Sound like the voice's undertone.[621]
From east to west red lightnings flash,
And, quivering neath the golden lash,
The great sky like a generous steed
Groans inly at each call to speed.
Yon lightning, as it flashes through
The giant cloud of sable hue,
Recalls my votaress Sítá pressed