Book 3: Hymn 24: A song of harvest

1The plants of earth are rich in milk, and rich in milk is this my word, So from the rich in milk I bring thousandfold profit hitherward. 2Him who is rich in milk I know. Abundant hath he made our corn. The God whose name is Gatherer, him we invoke who dwelleth in his house who sacrifices not. 3All the five regions of the heavens, all the five races of man- kind, As after rain the stream brings drift, let them bring increase hitherward. 4Open the well with hundred streams, exhaustless, with a thousand streams. So cause this corn of ours to be exhaustless, with a thousand streams. 5O Hundred-handed, gather up. O Thousand-handed, pour thou forth. Bring hither increase of the corn prepared and yet to be pre- pared. 6Three sheaves are the Gandharvas' claim, the lady of the house hath four. We touch thee with the sheaf that is the most abundant of them all. 7Adding and Gathering are thy two attendants, O Prajāpati. May they bring hither increase, wealth abundant, inexhaustible.