1Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven, To bring a thousand stores of wealth.

2He, flows beholding on his way all well-beloved sacred lore, Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.

3He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants, Sits as a falcon in the wood.

4So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified. All treasures both of heaven and earth!