Varuna II (The Waters)
G. Holst
'Fore mine eyes,
Yawning and hungry,
Looms the grave.
Spare me, O great Varuna.
Tossed by winds,
Trembling and faint,
I come to thee.
Spare me, O great Varuna!
Mighty God!
Waters o'erwhelm me
Swiftly rising.
Spare me, O great Varuna!
Yet within,
Thirst fiercely burning
Gnaws my heart.
Spare me, O great Varuna.