A Glorification Of The Sacred Girdle
save and he will free us;
The God who hath engirt us with this Girdle, he who hath fast-
ened it, and made us ready.
2. Thou, weapon of the Rishis, art adored and served with
sacrifice.
First tasting of the votive milk, Zone, be a hero-slayer thou!
3. As I am now Death's Brahmachāri claiming out of the living
world a man for Yama,
So with Austerity and Prayer and Fervour I bind this Girdle
round the man before me.
4. She hath become, Faith's daughter, sprung from Fervour, the
sister of the world-creating Rishis;
As such, O Girdle, give us thought and wisdom, give us religious
zeal and mental vigour.
5. Thou whom primeval Rishis girt about them, they who made the
world,
As such do thou encircle me, O Girdle, for long days of life.