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.