Vimanas

Mystic flying palace
Chariot of the gods
Like a celestial bird
That aerial and excellent

The Pushpaka Vimana
Of the demon king Ravana
Serving as a throne self-moving and carrying
Going everywhere at will

Rig veda mechanical bird
Driven by transcendent power
The tempest clouds
Give life to earth

Immortal guardians
Dazzling rush make the mountains roar
And shake heaven's high back
Swift as whirling wheels

These Mighty Ones
Attained the height of heaven
There where the Sadhyas
Gods of old are dwelling

Dark the descent
The birds are golden-coloured
Up to the heaven
They fly robed in the waters

Twelve are the fellies
And the wheel is single
Three are the naves
What man hath understood it?

Jumping into space
Speedily with a craft
Using fire and water
Containing twelve stamghas