HYMN XIII Havirdhanas.

1. I YOKE with prayer your ancient inspiration: may the laud rise as on the prince's pathway.

All Sons of Immortality shall hear it, all the possessors of celestial natures.

2 When speeding ye came nigh us like twin sisters, religious-hearted votaries brought you forward.

Take your place, ye who know your proper station: be near, be very near unto our Soma.

3 Five paces have I risen from Earth. I follow her who hath four feet with devout observance.

This by the Sacred Syllable have I measured: I purify in the central place of Order,

4 He, for God's sake, chose death to be his portion. He chose not, for men's good, a life eternal

They sacrificed Brhaspati the Rsi. Yama delivered up his own dear body.

5 The Seven flow to the Youth on whom the Maruts wait: the Sons unto the Father brought the sacrifice.

Both these are his, as his they are the Lords of both: both toil; belonging unto both they prosper well.