UtshovSamaveda 1341
Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly moving thoughts, adorn him. Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya, and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.
Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage's quickly moving thoughts, adorn him. Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of Surya, and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.