The stirrings are the secret name of the waters; "The pure for thee, O pure one, I stir in the gladdening waters," he says; thus with the secret name of the waters he wins the rain from the sky. "The pure for thee I take with the pure," he says; the night is of the form of the day, the rays of the sun; he makes the rain to fall from the sky. "Herein the dread ones have moved themselves," he says; that is as in the text. "The lofty form of the bull shines on high," he says; the rain is in its lofty form; thus by the form he wins the rain. "That undeceived, watchful, name of thine, O provision of God," he says; he indeed offers an oblation with an oblation who, drawing the Adabhya cup, offers it. The life and breath of him who draws the Amshu depart; "Come breath to us from afar," he says; thus he bestows life and breath upon himself. "Thou art life; for breath thee!" with these words he breathes over the gold; the gold is lasting, breath is life; thus he bestows life upon himself. It is of a hundred Krishnalas in weight; man has a hundred years of life, a hundred powers; thus he finds support in life and power. He touches the waters; the waters are medicine; thus he makes medicine.