Cheering up that great army the divine Moon rose before it in the sky, once more giving moisture, by his own force, to the terrestrial herbs and plants whose juice has been drunk up by the Sun.
ततः पुरस्ताद्भगवान्निशाकरः समुत्थितस्तामभिहर्षयंश्चमूम्। दिवाकरापीतरसा महौषधी: पुनः स्वकेनैव गुणेन योजयन्॥