Verse 3

¹Whom Brahma, Varuna, Indra, Rudra and the Maruts praise with heavenly praises; whom the singers of the Saman sing with the Vedas, with their limbs and their word-orders and their Upanisads; whom the yogins see with a mind settled in meditation and gone into him; and whose end the companies of gods and antigods do not know: to that god, salutation. ²The great Mandara mountain turned on his back and scratched him with the point of its rock, and the Bhagavan in the shape of a tortoise slept under it. May the winds of his breathing guard you: keeping to their measure, the going and coming of the sea's waters, which shows itself as the tide, has not rested to this day and does not slacken.

³Learn now the number of the old tellings and how they came to be, and what this one speaks of and what it is for; and the giving of it, and the greatness of the giving and of the reading and the rest.