I praised the forest‑mother: fragrant sandal, many‑named, plunderer of fields. I sung the mothers of beasts, praising the wilderness.

I praise the musk-scented, fragrant, fertile, uncultivated Araṇyāni, the mother of wild animals.

Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm, The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.