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Then thundered voices through the air;
 * The sky grew black as night;

And fever took the earth that shook
 * To see that wondrous sight.

The blessed Gods, from every sphere,
 * By Indra led, came nigh;

While drum and flute and shell and lute
 * Made music in the sky.

They rained immortal chaplets down,
 * Which hands celestial twine,

And softly shed upon his head
 * Pure Amrit, drink divine.

Then God and Seraph, Bard and Nymph
 * Their heavenly voices raised.

And a glad throng with dance and song
 * The glorious monarch praised.

They set him on a golden car
 * That blazed with many a gem;

Then swiftly through the air they flew.
 * And bore him home with them.

Thus Kasi's lord, by noble deed,
 * Won Heaven and deathless fame;

And when the weak protection seek
 * From thee, do thou the same.

Who is this that driveth near. Heralded by sound of fear? Red his flag, the lightning's glare Flashing through the murky air: Pealing thunder for his drums, Royally the monarch comes.