The Word, imperishable, is the Firstborn of Truth, mother of the Veda and hub of immortality. May she come to us in happiness in the sacrifice! May she, our protecting Goddess, be easy of entreat!
The most solid,
the most liquid,
most concrete,
most flowing,
most airy,
most dense,
most their own,
most co-opted,
most soaring,
most deep diving,
most to-the-point,
most pointless,
most enraging,
most soothing,
most life-giving,
most killing.
Of life’s essentials
the most misconstrued.
Wild horses in truth
when treated as pets,
but joy and power
of a silent mind.
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