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AY kine yield streaming milk, the earth her grain,

And may the heaven give never-failing rain,

The winds waft happiness to all that breathes,

And all that lives, live free from every pain.

In paths of righteousness may Brahmans tread,

And high esteem their high deserving wed;

May kings in justice' ways be ever led,

And earth, submissive, bend her grateful head.