Homage to Prana, him who hath dominion o'er the universe,
Who hath become the Sovran Lord of all, on whom the whole
depends!
Homage, O Prana, to thy roar, to thunder-peal and lightning
flash!
Homage, O Prana, unto thee what time thou sendest down thy
rain!
When Prana with a thunderous voice shouts his loud message
to the plants,
They straightway are impregnate, they conceive, and bear
abundantly.
When the due season hath arrived and Prana shouteth to herbs,
Then all is joyful, yea, each thing upon the surface of the earth.
When Prana hath poured down his flood of rain upon the
mighty land.
Cattle and beasts rejoice thereat: Now great will he our
strength, they cry.
Watered by Prana's rain the plants have raised their voices in
accord:
Thou hast prolonged our life, they say, and given fragrance to us
all.
Homage to thee when coming nigh, homage to thee departing
hence!
Homage, O Prana, be to thee when standing and when sitting
still.
Homage to thee at every breath thou drawest in and sendest
forth!
Homage to thee when turned away, homage to thee seen face to
face! This reverence be to all of thee!
Prana, communicate to us thy dear, thy very dearest form.
Whatever healing balm thou hast, give us thereof that we may
live.
Prana robes living creatures as a father his beloved son. Prana
is sovran Lord of all, of all that breathes not, all that
breathes
Prana is Fever, he is Death. Prana is worshipped by the Gods.
Prana sets in the loftiest sphere the man who speaks the words
of truth.
Prana is Deshtri, and Viraj Prana is reverenced by all. He is the
Sun, he is the Moon. Prana is called Prajapati.
Both breaths are rice and barley, and Prana is called the toiling
ox:
In barley is the inbreath laid, and rice is named the outward
breath.
The human infant in the womb draws vital breath and sends it
Lout:
When thou, O Prana, quickenest the babe it springs anew to
life.
The name of Prana is bestowed on Matarisvan and on Wind.
On Prana, past and future, yea, on Prana everything depends.
All herbs and plants spring forth and grow when thou, O Prana
quickenest,
Plants of Atharvan, Angiras, plants of the deities and men.
When Prana hath poured down his flood of rain upon the
mighty earth,
The plants are wakened into life, and every herd that grows on
ground.
The man who knows this truth of thee, O Prana, and what bears
thee up
To him will all present their gift of tribute in that loftiest will
all present their gift of tribute in that loftiest world.
As all these living creatures are thy tributaries, Prana, so
Shall they bring tribute unto him who hears thee with attentive
ears.
Filled with a babe, mid deities he wanders: grown; near at hand,
he springs again to being.
That Father, grown the present and the future, hath past into
the son with mighty powers.
Hansa, what time he rises up, leaves in the flood one foot un-
moved.
If he withdrew it there would be no more tomorrow or to-day,
Never would there be night, no more would daylight shine or
morning flush.
It rolleth on, eight-wheeled and single-fellied, and with a thousand
eyes, forward and backward.
With one half it engendered all creation. What sign is there to
tell us of the other?
Homage, O Prana unto thee armed with swift bow among the
rest,
In whose dominion is this All of varied sort that stirs and
works!
May he who rules this Universe of varied sort, that stirs and
works,
Prana, alert and resolute, assist me through the prayer I pray.
Erect among the sleepers he wakes, and is never laid at length,
No one hath ever heard that he hath been asleep while others
slept.
Thou, Prana, never shalt be hid, never shalt be estranged from
me.
I bind thee on myself for life, O Prana, like the Waters' germ.