The father of the eye, for wise is he in mind, brought forth the ghee and twain that rise and fall again— the heaven and the earth, or ladles twinned in rite.
Only when the eldest bounds were set and sure, then stretched the sky and earth in fullness wide.

Viśvakarman, vast of thought and strong of hand, the great allotter, highest shown and whole, their wish made firm with food and holy strength, where past the Seven Seers—so saith the song— abideth he, the One, unseen, yet known.

To him, our father and first-fleshly sire, the mighty measurer of realms and breath, the namer of the gods—he only one—
to him all life doth turn to find its peace.

As bards of old, the seers of yore arose, and through the fire their gifts did win him gold.

Together they begot all things that be,
when once the airy heights had found their throne, both lit by sun and hid in shade alike.