Classic Poem

When thou showest thy teeth, O silver-white and brown, son of
Sarama, they shine like spears in the jaws of the biter. Fall asleep.
Bark at the thief, O son of Sarama, or at the robber, thou that runnest
back. Thou barkest at the praisers of Indra. Why dost thou seek to harm us? Fall asleep.
Rend the boar. May the boar rend thee. Thou barkest at the praisers
of Indra. Why dost thou seek to harm us? Fall asleep.
May the mother sleep, the father, the dog, the householder. Sleep
all this kinsfolk, and all this people round.
We close the eyes of him who sits and him who goes, and of the
people who behold us, thus like this dwelling.
With the powerful thousand-horned bull, who came out of the ocean,
we put the people to sleep.
The women lying on beds, lying on litters, on couches, women
sweetly scented, we put them all to sleep.