Verse 11

¹¹Yasoda took her crying son, fearing a seizer; she had the blessing recited by brahmins with the good hymns, and gave him the breast. ¹²The cart was set up again as it had been by the strong cowherds, with its gear; and the brahmins made the offering and worshipped it with curds and unbroken grain and kusa grass and water. ¹³Those who are free of spite and untruth and hypocrisy, of envy, of harming and of pride: the blessings of such men, whose nature is truth, are never made fruitless. ¹⁴So they took the child and sprinkled him with waters made ready with the Sama, the Rk and the Yajus, and with clean herbs, the best of the twice-born doing it;

¹⁵and Nanda the cowherd, gathered in himself, had the blessing recited, made the offering in the fire, and gave food of great quality to the twice-born. ¹⁶For the prospering of his son he gave cows with every good quality, hung about with cloth and garlands and gold; and they took them up. ¹⁷The blessings said by those brahmins, who know the sacred words and are joined to them, will never at any time be fruitless. That much is plain.