Book, Chapter

 1   1, 1| their accents shaped no lie,~Fathers with their happy households
 2   1, 1|       To the Gods and to the Fathers, to each guest in virtue
 3   1, 2|        This the weapon of my fathers prized by kings from age
 4   2, 2|  with a father's care,~Tn my fathers' footsteps treading I have
 5   2, 2|    On the proud throne of my fathers let me place a peerless
 6   4, 2|   and homage to the Gods and Fathers done,~Is the honour due
 7   4, 4|       Who to Gods and to the Fathers vainly still their offerings
 8   4, 4|    Brahman, can it serve our Fathers then?~Crafty priests have
 9   4, 4|      throne to win,~Gods nor Fathers nor the Vedas counsel tortuous
10   5, 4|      each pious rite,~To the Fathers long departed, to the Gods
11   5, 4|      they prayed to Gods and Fathers with each rite and duty