NAUGHT is to-day, to-morrow naught. Who comprehends the mystery? We must address ourselves unto another's thought.

The Devas are thy brothers. Agree with them in friendly wise.

We know the nature of thy mind. Verity thou wilt give us naught.

Let them prepare the altar, let them kindle fire in front, we will prepare the offering for the Immortal to observe.

Thou, Lord of Wealth, art Master of all treasures Lord of friends, art thy friends' best supporter.

O Indra, speak thou kindly with the Devas, and taste oblations in their proper season.