Choral Hymns from the Rig Veda 3rd Group Op. 26: No. 3. Hymn to Vena by Gustav Holst Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Vena comes, born of light
He drives the many-colour’d clouds onward
Here, where the sunlight and the waters mingle
Our songs float up and caress the new-born infant
[Verse 2]
The child of cloud and mist appeareth on the ridge of the sky
He shines on the summit of creation
The hosts proclaim the glory of our common Father
[Verse 3]
He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
Smiling on him
She beareth him to highest heav’n
With yearning heart
On thee we gaze, O gold-wing’d messenger of mighty gods
[Verse 4]
Wise men see him in their libations
As the sacrifice mounts to the eternal heights, mingling with our solemn chant
[Verse 5]
He stands erect in highest heav’n
Clad in noble raiment, arm’d with shining weapons
Hurling light to the farthest region
Rejoicing in his radiant splendour
Vena comes, born of light
He drives the many-colour’d clouds onward
Here, where the sunlight and the waters mingle
Our songs float up and caress the new-born infant
[Verse 2]
The child of cloud and mist appeareth on the ridge of the sky
He shines on the summit of creation
The hosts proclaim the glory of our common Father
[Verse 3]
He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
Smiling on him
She beareth him to highest heav’n
With yearning heart
On thee we gaze, O gold-wing’d messenger of mighty gods
[Verse 4]
Wise men see him in their libations
As the sacrifice mounts to the eternal heights, mingling with our solemn chant
[Verse 5]
He stands erect in highest heav’n
Clad in noble raiment, arm’d with shining weapons
Hurling light to the farthest region
Rejoicing in his radiant splendour