ubhā u nūnaṃ tad id arthayethe vi tanvāthe dhiyo vastrāpaseva sadhrīcīnā yātave prem ajīgaḥ sudineva pṛkṣa ā taṃsayethe
This very thing ye Twain hold as your object: ye weave your songs as skillful men weave garments. That ye may come united have I waked you: ye spread out food like days of lovely weather.