By the direction of that God we journey, he will seek means to
save and he will free us;
The God who hath engirt us with this Girdle, he who hath fast-
ened it, and made us ready.
Thou, weapon of the Rishis, art adored and served with
sacrifice.
First tasting of the votive milk, Zone, be a hero-slayer thou!
As I am now Death's Brahmachāri claiming out of the living
world a man for Yama,
So with Austerity and Prayer and Fervour I bind this Girdle
round the man before me.
She hath become, Faith's daughter, sprung from Fervour, the
sister of the world-creating Rishis;
As such, O Girdle, give us thought and wisdom, give us religious
zeal and mental vigour.
Thou whom primeval Rishis girt about them, they who made the
world,
As such do thou encircle me, O Girdle, for long days of life.
