Verse 28

²²This is the most dreadful of hours, dreadful to look at, the hour of dreadful things, in which the spirits walk who follow the lord of spirits. ²³Good woman, at this joining of day and night the revered one who brings beings to be, the king of spirits, ringed about by his companies of spirits, rides out on his bull. ²⁴His heap of matted hair scattered and smoke-grey with the dust of the wind that circles the burning ground, and shining through it; his body clean gold under its wrapping of ash: that god, your husband's brother, looks with three eyes. ²⁵In his world there is no one of his own and no stranger, none held too dear and none to be spoken against; and we with our vows long for the unborn one whom his feet have thrown aside, whose pleasures have already been used.

²⁶The thoughtful sing his blameless conduct, wanting to tear open the film of ignorance; for though nothing equals him and nothing goes beyond him, he himself went about in the way of a ghoul, he who is where the good are going. ²⁷The luckless laugh at what he does, at what is wanted by one who takes his pleasure in his own self, and they do not know him: they who with clothes and garlands and ornaments and ointments pet what is dogs' food as though it were their self. ²⁸Brahma and the rest guard the bounds that he laid down; maya, which is the cause of this world, carries out his order; and his going about as a ghoul, and the doings of the abundant one, are a mockery of himself.