Thy sire, this glorious king, behold,

Among the blest in heaven enrolled.

He comes from where the Immortals dwell:

Salute him, for he loves thee well.”

His mandate Raghu's sons obeyed,

And to their sire obeisance made,

Where high he stood above the car

In wondrous light that shone afar,

His limbs in radiant garments dressed

Whereon no spot of dust might rest.