A Song Of Harvest
my word,
So from the rich in milk I bring thousandfold profit hitherward.
2. Him who is rich in milk I know. Abundant hath he made our
corn.
The God whose name is Gatherer, him we invoke who dwelleth
in his house who sacrifices not.
3. All the five regions of the heavens, all the five races of man-
kind,
As after rain the stream brings drift, let them bring increase
hitherward.
4. Open the well with hundred streams, exhaustless, with a thousand
streams.
So cause this corn of ours to be exhaustless, with a thousand
streams.
5. O Hundred-handed, gather up. O Thousand-handed, pour thou
forth.
Bring hither increase of the corn prepared and yet to be pre-
pared.
6. Three sheaves are the Gandharvas' claim, the lady of the house
hath four.
We touch thee with the sheaf that is the most abundant of them
all.
7. Adding and Gathering are thy two attendants, O Prajāpati.
May they bring hither increase, wealth abundant, inexhaustible.