A match for him who rules the skies:

From many a sea and distant hill,

From rock and river, lake and rill.

Some like the morning sun were bright,

Some, like the moon, were silver white:

These green as lotus fibres, those

White-coated from their native snows.[653]

Then Śatabali came in view

Girt by a countless retinue.

Like some gold mountain high in air