Having made both the firmament and the earth resound with the great rattle of your carwheels, you look look most resplendent, O monarch, like the congregated mass of clouds, that destroys all the crops appearing at the end of the rains and making loud roars.
महता रथघोषेण दिवं भूमिं च नादयन्। वर्षान्ते सस्यहा मेघो भासि हादीव पार्थिव॥