Atharva Veda · 310 of 724

HYMN CXLI

A blessing on cattle 1. Spring high, O Barley, and become much through thine own    magnificence:   Burst all the vessels; let the bolt from heaven forbear to strike    thee down. 2. As we invite and call to thee, Barley, a God who heareth us,   Raise thyself up like heaven on high and be exhaustless as the    sea. 3. Exhaustless let thine out-turns be, exhaustless be thy gathered    heaps,   Exhaustless be thy givers, and exhaustless those who eat of    thee.