The ever-holy tree. Who knows the Aswattha, knows Veds, and all. As actions wrought amid this world of men Bind them by ever-tightening bonds again. Thus entering the flesh, or quitting it, Gathers these up, as the wind gathers scents, Blowing above the flower.-beds. Who have the eyes to see.
Holy souls see Which strive thereto.
Draw silvery beams, and fire fierce loveliness. Becoming vital warmth, I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass, With outward and with inward breath, to feed The body by all meats. Who fills all worlds, Sustaining them. And with his whole soul ever worshippeth Me.