The Seer, our father, once offered all these worlds in oblation, <br />assuming a priestly role, <br />and sought to gain riches by the power of prayer; <br />he himself entered later creations, while shrouding in mystery <br />the first creative moment. <br /> <br />What was the primal matter, what the substance? <br />How can it be discerned, how was it made? <br />From where that Designer of all things, who supervising the actions, <br />fashioned the Earth and shaped the glory of Heavens? <br /> <br />A myriad eyes are his, a myriad faces, <br />a myriad arms and feet, turning each way! <br />When he, sole God, creates the Earth and Heavens, <br />he welds them together with whirring of arms and wings. <br /> <br />What was the timber and what the tree <br />from which the Heavens and also the Earth were chiseled forth? <br />Ponder, O wise Men. Question your hearts. <br />On what did he rely when he formed these worlds? <br /> <br />The haunts where you dwell, <br />O designer ever true to your laws, <br />on high, in the depths, and in every region between, <br />disclose to your friends at the hour of oblation. <br />Willingly offer your body in sacrifice, thus enhancing its vigor. <br /> <br />He indeed, the Lord, who pervades all regions, <br />was the first to be born and it is <br />He who dwells in the womb of the universe. <br />It is He, again, who is born as a child and <br />He will be born in the future, <br />He stands behind all persons and <br />His face is everywhere.<br /><br />Erhard Hans Josef Lang<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/verses-of-the-sacred-vedas-of-india-on-the-act-of-creation-traditional/
