Song of Frogs - Rig Veda 7, 103
Like the Brahmans who fulfil their vows of silence, frogs lay quiet for a year, then raise up their inspired voices. What is time to these beings? Like a dry skin lying in the pool's bed. Floods descend from heaven to bring forth a concert of frogs, the lowing of cows with their calves beside them. All the world had thirsted, and now drinks. One sees another as they greet and talk together, like children reunited with their parents. Each and every being receives the other kindly, revelling in the return of water! When a frog, moistened by the rain springs forward, it does not care if it joins its voice with others who are green, or spotted - so too must every human join their language together! Repeat each others' languages, learn the lessons of the teacher: like a frog, your every limb grows larger and you converse with eloquence upon such waters. One is a cow-bellow, the other a goat-bleat, another the frog song; yet can you tell them apart when they all rejoice in the water? They call one common name, water! They call one common name, but in various ways, modulated like music in diversity. Brahmans sit around the break-fast, frogs gather around the pool to honor this day of all the year, the first rain-time: the Brahmans celebrate the success of their year-long rite by lifting up their voices. Neither should any human neglect the season proper for their duty, and their duty of celebration. When the rain returns, gain your freedom! Your treasure is vouchsafed! The songs of last year, the rejoicing of the last rains, lengthened your life toward this fertile season!