Verse 10

¹⁰And this itself, most worthy one, is the boon: that at the royal sage's sacrifice you, the bull among givers of boons, came within the sight of your own people. ¹¹You whose host of qualities is the home of all that is most auspicious, and is counted over without ceasing: you are what the sages tell of, sages whose every stain has been shaken out by the fire of a knowing made keen by holding to nothing, whose nature is your own, who take their pleasure in the self. ¹²And when we are helpless, stumbling or sneezing or falling or yawning or badly placed, and even in the state of fever and of dying, let your names, made out of your qualities, which throw off every defilement, come within reach of our speech, so that we remember.

¹³And here is this royal sage, wanting a child, asking for offspring like yourself. He runs to you, the lord of all gifts, of heaven and of release alike, taking his good to lie in a child, as a poor man asks the giver of wealth for husks. ¹⁴And who here, having never served the feet of the great, is not beaten by your unbeaten maya, whose path is never traced out, and has a mind it has not covered over, a nature the rush of the poison of the senses' objects has not covered? ¹⁵You who do great things: you were called here, and in that we, dull and with our minds on gain, have slighted you, god of gods. Bear with all of us evenly, for we do not know.