Lord In The Clouds

By Aranya Mandal

O great Rider of Clouds, supreme slayer of several serpents, O lord,

Rid us of our foes, wash away their cities and shatter every single fort.

O Lord of Cattle, blessed be our fields by your blessings and your grace,

Bountiful and golden be our harvest akin to your blazing and radiant face. 

You who have shattered the droughts that bound our rivers and rains,

You who have brought down the demons that dwell high on mountains,

Glory to your name and eternal be your fame, O lord of lords, king of kings,

For you the Sun bows, rivers flow, oceans swell and the wind sings. 

O Mighty Radiant, your eyes quell demons and your bolts shake the ground, 

Grateful is every man to you and under your grace can safety be forever found.

Protect us with your diamond like bolts, guard us in war in your name and glory, 

And forever more will we name our sons in your honour and tell them your story.

Hear our praise O Great Lord, heed our prayers and vanquish our foes, 

With your blazing gaze, burn away all our miseries and all our woes.

Bless us with rain, with sons, gift them onto us with your mighty arms,

Rain will be our salvation and our sons will till the fields and the farms. 

By Aranya Mandal