Eastward at first the prayer was generated: Vena disclosed bright
flashes from the summit,
Disclosed his deepest, nearest revelations, womb of the non-
existent and existent.
Let this Queen come in front, her Father's daughter, found in
the worlds for earliest generation.
For him they set this radiant vault in motion. Let them prepare
warm milk for him who first would drink.
He who was born as his all-knowing kinsman declareth all the
deities' generations.
He from the midst of prayer his prayer hath taken. On high,
below, spread forth his godlike nature.
For he, true to the law of Earth and Heaven, established both
the mighty worlds securely.
Mighty when born, he propped apart the mighty, the sky, our
earthly home, and air's mid-region.
He from the depth hath been reborn for ever, Brihaspati the
world's sole Lord and Ruler.
From light was born the Day with all its lustre: through this
let sages live endowed with splendour.
The sage and poet verily advanceth the statute of that mighty
God primeval.
He was born here with many more beside him: they slumbered
when the foremost side was opened.
The man who seeks the friend of Gods, Atharvan the father,
and Brihaspati, with worship,
Crying to him, Be thou all things' creator! the wise God, self-
dependent, never injures.
