Taittiriya Samhita 3.2.6
Krishna Yajurveda · Kanda 3, Prapathaka 2 · Verse 3.2.6
Sanskrit Original
म॒ही॒नां पयो॑ऽसि॒ विश्वे॑षां दे॒वानां᳚ त॒नूरृ॒ध्यास॑म॒द्य पृष॑तीनां॒ ग्रहं॒ पृष॑तीनां॒ ग्रहो॑ऽसि॒ विष्णो॒र्हृद॑यम॒स्येक॑मिष॒ विष्णु॒स्त्वानु॒ वि च॑क्रमे भू॒तिर्द॒ध्ना घृ॒तेन॑ वर्धतां॒ तस्य॑ मे॒ष्टस्य॑ वी॒तस्य॒ द्रवि॑ण॒मा ग॑म्या॒ज्ज्योति॑रसि वैश्वान॒रं पृश्नि॑यै दु॒ग्धं याव॑ती॒ द्यावा॑पृथि॒वी म॑हि॒त्वा याव॑च्च स॒प्त सिन्ध॑वो वित॒स्थुः । ताव॑न्तमिन्द्र ते॒ ’ स॒होर्जा गृ॑ह्णा॒म्यस्तृ॑तम् ॥ यत्कृ ॑ष्णशकु ॒नः पृ॑षदा॒ज्यम॑वमृ॒शेच्छू॒द्रा अ॑स्य प्र॒मायु॑काः ग्रहꣳ स्यु॒र्यच्छ्वाव॑ मृ॒शेच्चतु॑ष्पादोऽस्य प॒शवः॑ प्र॒मायु॑काः स्यु॒र्यत्स्कन्दे॒द्यज॑मानः प्र॒मायु॑कः स्यात्प॒शवो॒ वै पृ॑षदा॒ज्यं प॒शवो॒ वा ए॒तस्य॑ स्कन्दन्ति॒ यस्य॑ पृषदा॒ज्य२ꣳ स्कन्द॑ति॒ यत्पृ॑षदा॒ज्यं पुन॑र्गृ॒ह्णाति॑ प॒शूने॒वास्मै॒ पुन॑र्गृह्णाति प्रा॒णो वै पृ॑षदा॒ज्यं प्रा॒णो वा ए॒तस्य॑ स्कन्दति॒ यस्य॑ पृषदा॒ज्य२ꣳ स्कन्द॑ति॒ यत्पृ॑षदा॒ज्यं पुन॑र्गृ॒ह्णाति॑ प्रा॒णमे॒वास्मै॒ पुन॑र्गृह्णाति॒ हिर॑ण्यमव॒धाय॑ गृह्णात्य॒मृतं॒ वै हिर॑ण्यं प्रा॒णः पृ॑षदा॒ज्यम॒मृत॑मे॒वास्य॑ प्रा॒णे द॑धाति श॒तमा॑नं भवति श॒तायुः॒ पुरु॑षः श॒तेंद्रि॑य॒ आयु॑ष्ये॒वेन्द्रि॒ये प्रति॑ तिष्ठ॒त्यश्व॒मव॑ घ्रापयति प्राजाप॒त्यो वा अश्वः॑ प्राजाप॒त्यः प्रा॒णः स्वादे॒वास्मै॒ योनेः᳚ प्रा॒णं निर्मि॑मीते॒ वि वा ए॒तस्य॑ य॒ज्ञश्छि॑द्यते॒ यस्य॑ पृषदा॒ज्य२ꣳ स्कन्द॑ति वैष्ण॒व्यर्चा पुन॑र्गृह्णाति य॒ज्ञो वै विष्णु॑र्य॒ज्ञेनै॒व य॒ज्ञꣳ सं त॑नोति ॥ ’शतिश्च
If a black bird touch the speckled butter, his slaves would be likely to die; if a dog touch it, his fourfooted cattle would be likely to die; if it were to be spilt, the sacrificer would be likely to die. The speckled butter is the cattle; his cattle fall, if his speckled butter falls; in that he takes again the speckled butter, he takes again cattle for him. The speckled butter is the breath; his breath [2] falls, if his speckled butter falls; in that he takes again the speckled butter, he takes again breath for him. He takes it after placing gold (in the ladle), gold is immortality, the speckled butter is the breath; verily he places immortality in his breath. It is of a hundred measures, man has a hundred years of life, a hundred powers; verily on life and power he rests. He makes a horse sniff it, the horse is connected with Prajapati; verily from his own place of origin he fashions offspring for him. His sacrifice is broken whose speckled butter is spilt. He takes it again with a Rc addressed to Visnu; Visnu is the sacrifice; verily he unites the sacrifice by the sacrifice.