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Rig Veda – The Song of Creation [translated by Max Muller]

Then was not non existent nor existent; there was no realm
of air, no sky beyond it
What covered in, and where? And what gave shelter?
Was water there, unfathomed depth of water?

Death was not then, nor was there aught immortal: no sign
was there, the day's and night's divider.
That one thing, breathless, breathed by its own nature:
apart from it was nothing whatsoever.

Darkness there was: at first concealed in darkness, this All
was indiscriminated chaos
All that existed then was void and formless: by the great
power of warmth was born that unit

Thereafter rose desire in the beginning, Desire, the primal
seed and germ of spirit
Sages who searched with their heart's thought discovered the
existent's kinship in the non-existent

Transversely was their severing line extended: what was

above it and what was below it?

There were begetters, there were mighty forces, free action

here and energy up yonder

Who verily knows and who can here declare it, whence it

was born and whence comes this creation?

The gods are later than this world's production.  Who

knows, then, whence it first came into being?

He, the first origin of this creation, whether he formed it all

or did not form it

Whose eye controls this world in highest heaven, he verily

knows it, or perhaps he knows not