Time is a horse that moves with seven rays,
with a thousand eyes, undecaying,
who projects a manifold seed.
Him the seers mount, illumined in mind.
His wheels are all the worlds.
Time moves seven wheels.
He has seven mouths, whose center is immortal and undecaying.
He anoints himself with all these worlds. He moves as the first of the Gods.
A full vessel is set in time.
May we who live see his manifold forms.
He faces all the worlds, who, the seers say,
in the supreme
void. He gathered all the worlds together.
He encompasses all the universe.
As their father, he became their son,
apart from whom there is no other light.
A VEDIC HYMN TO TIME
(Atharva Veda XIX.23, 1-4)