Uprear’d on twenty wheels elate,

Huge as a Ship, the bridal car appear’d;

Loud creak its ponderous wheels, as through the gate

A thousand Bramins drag the enormous load.

There, thron’d aloft in state,

The image of the seven-headed God

Came forth from his abode; and at his side

Sate Kailyal like a bride;

A bridal statue rather might she seem,

For she regarded all things like a dream,

Having no thought, nor fear, nor will, nor aught

Save hope and faith, that liv’d within her still.