Verse 39

³⁴Victory, victory to you, Unconquered one, who bring sacrifice to be; salutation to you as you shake out that body of yours which is the threefold Veda, in the pits of whose hairs the oceans lay hidden. Salutation to you, the boar who is the cause. ³⁵This form of yours, god, whose very self is the sacrifice, is hard for those whose selves do harm to see. The metres are in his skin, the strewn grass in his hairs, the melted butter in his eye, and the office of the four priests in his feet. ³⁶The offering ladle was in your snout, Lord, the pouring spoon in your nostrils, the ida bowl in your belly, the cups in the hollow of your ear, the priest's portion in your mouth, the soma vessels in your throat; and your chewing, Bhagavan, is the fire offering.

³⁷Your births one after another are the consecration, your neck the approaching rites; the opening and the closing offerings are your tusks; your tongue is the pravargya, your head the assembly fire and the household fire of the rite, and your breaths are the layers of the altar. ³⁸Your seed is the soma, your standing the pressings; the forms in which a sacrifice is completed are the several parts of your body, god; all the long sessions are the joints of your body. You are every offering and every rite, and the isti is what binds them. ³⁹Salutation, salutation to you, who are every mantra and every deity and every substance, who are every rite, whose self is the act. To you who are the knowing that is brought to light by detachment and devotion and the conquest of self, to the teacher of learning: salutation and salutation.