O host! This yajna named Brahmaodanasava performed by you is a thousand-bodied, full of nectar-filled hundred streams, delivering to the gods and attaining heaven in the form of a moment. It never ends even when brahmodan is eaten. O Brahmaudana! I make my homogeneous men stand before you. They became inferior to me as sons, servants, etc. subjects. All these sacrifices only make you happy and good. (20)