Book 4: Hymn 28: A hymn to Bhava and Sarva

HYMN XXVIII

A hymn to Bhava and Sarva

1I Reverence you—mark this—Bhava and Sarva, ye under whose
control is this that shineth.
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble. p. a137
2Lords of all near and even of what is distant, famed as the best
and skilfullest of archers,
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
3Thousand-eyed foe-destroyers, I invoke you, still praising you
the strong, of wide dominion:
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
4Ye who of old wrought many a deed in concert, and showed
among mankind unhappy omens;
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
5Ye from the stroke of whose destroying weapon not one among
the Gods or men escapeth,
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
6Hurl your bolt, strong Gods, at the Yātudhāna, him who makes
ready roots and deals in magic:
Lords of this world both quadruped and biped, Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
7Comfort and aid us, ye strong Gods, in battles, at each Kimidin
send your bolt of thunder.
I, suppliant, praise and ever call on Bhav and Sarva. Set us free
from grief and trouble.