f the sages, the divine,
Moving in their might ascended--up from earth to Indra's world.
Great in holiness and wisdom--Narada and Parvata
Honoured entered they the palace--of the monarch of the gods.
Them salutes the cloud-compeller--of their everlasting weal,
Of their weal the worlds pervading--courteous asks the immortal lord.
Well it fares with us, Immortal--in our weal the world partakes--
In the world, O cloud-compeller--well it fares with all her kings.
He that Bali slew and Vritra--asked of Narada again--
All earth's just and righteous rulers--reckless of their lives in fight--
Who the shafts' descending death-blow--meet with unaverted eye--
Theirs this everlasting kingdom--even as Kamadhuk is mine.
Where are they, the Kshetriya heroes?--wherefore see I not approach
All the earth's majestic guardians--all mine ever-honoured guests.