Mantrabrahmana 1.5

This is a vigorous tree; / be fruitful like one full of sap! / Following the leaf, O tree, / following you may wealth be brought forth!

Wherewith Prajāpati parts the hair of Aditi / for great good fortune, / therewith I part her hair; / I make her offspring reach old age.

Rākā, easily invoked, I call with good praise; / may she, fortunate, hear us and perceive by herself! / May she sew the work with an unbroken needle; / may she give a hero of foremost hundredfold life!

Those good thoughts of yours, O Rākā, well-adorned, / with which you grant treasures to the worshipper, / with those come to us today, well-disposed, / bestowing a thousandfold nourishment, O fortunate one!

“What do you see?” / “Offspring, cattle, good fortune for me, / [and] long life for my husband.”

She who lies crosswise, saying / “I am the supporter,” / her, the accomplisher, I worship / with a stream of clarified butter, / for the accomplisher, the goddess, the apportioner!

Vipaścit carried off the tail; / Dhātṛ brought it back. / Go away, you Vipaścit! / This male will be born, / named N.!

This is command; this is food; / this is life; this is immortality.

Intelligence in you may Mitra and Varuṇa, / intelligence may Agni place in you! / May the two Aśvin gods, wearing lotus wreaths, / place intelligence in you!

What heart of yours, O fair-parted one, / is deposited within Prajāpati, / I know that; I reckon it as Brahman. / May I not meet with misfortune regarding a son!

That immortality of the earth / which rests in the moon in heaven, / I know the name of that immortality. / May I not suffer misfortune regarding a son!

O Indra and Agni, grant protection, / O lords of offspring, to my offspring, / so that this son may not die / before his mother!

That black spot over there in the moon, / the heart of the earth that rests [there], / knowing that, beholding that, / may I not weep over misfortune regarding a son!

Who are you? Which one are you? / This one are you! Immortal are you! / Enter the month belonging to the lord of day, O N.!

May he deliver you to the day! / May the day deliver you to the night! / May the night deliver you to day and night! / May day and night deliver you to the half-months! / May the half-months deliver you to the months! / May the months deliver you to the seasons! / May the seasons deliver you to the year! / May the year deliver you to life, to old age, O N.!

From limb to limb you flow; / from the heart you are born. / I join your vital breath with [my] vital breath: / live for me a full span of life!

From limb to limb you are produced; / from the heart you are born. / You are the Veda indeed, having the name of “son”: / live a hundred autumns!

Be a stone! Be an axe! / Be unvanquished gold! / You are my own self, O son, do not die! / Live a hundred autumns!

With the lowing of cattle I sniff you, O N.!