1. THY streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
     To bring a thousand stores of strength.
2. He flows beholding on his way all well beloved sacred lore,
     Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.
3. He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants.
     Sits as a falcon in the, wood.
4. So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified,
     All treasures both of heaven and earth.