I am the head of riches. Fain would I be the head of mine equals.
Let not Ruja and Vena desert me. Let not the Head and the Preserver forsake me.
Let not the Boiler and the Cup fail tme: let not the Supporter and the Sustainer abandon me.
Let not Unyoking and the Moist-fellied car desert me: let not the Sender of Moisture and Matarisvan forsake me.
Brihaspati is my soul, he who is called the Friend of man, dear to my heart.
My heart is free from sorrow; spacious is my dwelling-place. I am the sea in capacity.
