Utshovসামবেদ 1742
Thy spark is black and crackling; kindled in due time, O bounteous, it is taken up. Thou art the dear friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.
Thy spark is black and crackling; kindled in due time, O bounteous, it is taken up. Thou art the dear friend of the mighty Mornings: thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.