1 HIS bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that lives, Surya, that all may look on him. 2 The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their beams, Before the all-beholding Sun' 3 His herald rays are seen afar refulgent o'er the world of men, Like flames of fire that burn and blaze. 4 Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Surya, maker of the light, Illuming all the radiant realm
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