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1. SPREAD is
thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from
every side.
The raw, whose mass hath not
been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to
it.
2 High in the
seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing
separate, glittering with light.
The Swift Ones favour him who
purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.
3 The foremost
spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength
sustains all things that be.
By his high wisdom have the
mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,
4 Gandharva
verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the
Gods.
Lord of the snare, he takes the
foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.
5 Rich in
oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty
seat of Gods.
King, on thy chariot-sieve thou
goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.
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