The Bull who hath a thousand horns, who rises up from out the
sea,
By him the strong and mighty one we lull the folk to rest and.
sleep.
Over the surface of the earth there breathes no wind, there looks.
no eye.
Lull all the women, lull the dogs to sleep, with Indra as thy
friend!
The woman sleeping in the court, lying without, or stretched on
beds,
The matrons with their odorous sweets—these, one and all, we
lull to sleep.
Each moving thing have I secured, have held and held the eye
and breath.
Each limb and member have I seized in the deep darkness of
the night.
The man who sits, the man who walks, whoever stands and clearly
sees
Of these we closely shut the eyes, even as we closely shut this
house.
Sleep mother, let the father sleep, sleep dog, and master of the
home.
Let all her kinsmen sleep, sleep all the people who are round
about.
With soporific charm, O Sleep, lull thou to slumber all the folk.
Let the rest sleep till break of day, I will remain awake till
dawn, like Indra free from scath and harm.
