ná tiṣṭhanti ná ní miṣanti eté devā́nāṃ spáśa ihá yé cáranti |
anyéna mád āhano yāhi tū́yaṃ téna ví vr̥ha ráthiyeva cakrā́ ||
8 They stand not still, they never close their eyelids, those sentinels of Gods who wander round us. Not me-go quickly, wanton, with another, and hasten like a chariot wheel to meet him.