That Indra poureth down showers, is no wonder, nor that this thousand-rayed Sun dispels darkness from the sky; nor yet that, O mild one, the Moon by his rays causes the clear night. (And in a similar way), friends like you bring delight, O subduer of foes. O mild one, that 'whatever is graceful, should be harboured in you is not strange.* *The commentator in his usual way of reading between the lines, says that the sense is—That you had gathered forces for serving your friend, is not strange. O placid one, it is well. I give the sense the śloka naturally yields.
यदिन्द्रो वर्षते वर्षे न तच्चित्रं भविष्यति। आदित्योऽसौ सहस्रांशुः कुर्याद् वितिमिरं नभः॥ चन्द्रमा रजनी कुर्यात् प्रभया सौम्य निर्मलाम्। त्वद्विधो वापि मित्राणां प्रीतिं कुर्यात् परंतप॥