“Mountains and all hills, lightened and full of light.”

   “Majesty of kingly honour, the Majesty of the king which dieth
   not, is not diminished,”

   “All wisdom and blessings and true promises, all men who are full
   of strength and power and might,”

   “All places and lands and countries beneath the heavens, and
   above the heavens, light without beginning, existing, and without
   end,”

   “All creatures pure and good, male and female upon the earth.”

   “All you I invite and call upon to the sacrifice.”

   “Havani, pure, lord of purity!”

   “Shavanghi, pure, lord of purity!”

   “Rapithwina, pure, lord of purity!”

   “Uzayeirina, pure, lord of purity!”

   “Aiwishruthrema, Aibigaya, pure, lord of purity!”

   “Ushahina, pure, lord of purity!”

   “To Havani, Shavanghi and Vishya, the pure, the lords of purity
   most glorious, be honour and prayer and fulfilment and praise.”

“To the days, and the nights, and the hours, the months and the years and the feasts of years, be honour and prayer and fulfilment and praise before Auramazda, the All-Wise, for ever and ever and ever."[11]

     [Footnote 10:  Ahura, Jupiter.  Tistrya, Sirius.]

     [Footnote 11:  Partly a translation, partly a close imitation in
     a condensed form of Yashna I.]

As the white-robed priests shouted the verses of the long hymn, their eyes flashed and their bodies moved rhythmically from side to side with an ever-increasing motion.  From time to time, the golden goblets were filled with the sweet Haoma juice, and passed rapidly from hand to hand along the line, and as each priest drank more freely of the subtle fermented liquor, his eyes gained a new and more unnatural light, and his gestures grew more wild, while the whole body of voices rose together from an even and dignified chant to an indistinguishable discord of deafening yells.

Ever more and more they drank, repeating the verses of the hymn without order or sequence.  One man repeated a verse over and over again in ear-piercing shrieks, swaying his body to and fro till he dropped forward upon the ground, foaming at the mouth, his features distorted with a wild convulsion, and his limbs as rigid as stone.  Here, a band of five locked their arms together, and, back to back, whirled madly round, screaming out the names of the archangels, in an indiscriminate rage of sound and broken syllables.  One, less enduring than the rest, relaxed his hold upon his fellow’s arm and fell headlong on the pavement, while the remaining four were carried on by the force of their whirling, and fell together against others who steadied themselves against the wall, swaying their heads and arms from side to side.  Overthrown by the fall of their companions, these in their turn fell forward upon the others, and in