The Jungle Book Chapter 12 Page 1

(The song that Toomai’s mother sang to the baby)

Shiv, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow,

Sitting at the doorways of a day of long ago,

Gave to each his portion, food and toil and fate,

From the King upon the guddee to the Beggar at the gate.

All things made he — Shiva the Preserver.

Mahadeo! Mahadeo! He made all, —

Thorn for the camel, fodder for the kine,

And mother’s heart for sleepy head, O little son of mine!

Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor,