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