Nasadiya Sukta – The Hymn of Creation:

नासदासीन्नो सदासीत्तदानीं

नासीद्रजो नो व्योमा परो यत् ।

किमावरीवः कुह कस्य शर्मन्

अम्भः किमासीद् गहनं गभीरम् ॥

Then was neither the non-existent, nor the existent.

There was no realm of air, no sky beyond.

What stirred? Where? In whose protection?

Was there water, unfathomable, deep?

न मृत्युरासीद् अमृतं न तर्हि

न रात्र्या अह्न आसीत् प्रकेतः ।

आनीदवातं स्वधया तदेकं

तस्माद् धान्यन् न परः किञ्चनास ॥

Then was neither death, nor deathless,

nor the dividing line of night and day.

That One breathed without breath, by Its own puissance.

Other than That, nothing was.

तम आसीत् तमसा गूढमग्रे

अप्रकेतं सलिलं सर्वाऽइदम् ।

तुच्छ्येनाभ्व् अपिहितं यदासीत्

तपसस् तन्महिनाजायतैकम् ॥

Darkness there was, enshrouded in darkness.

All this was an undifferentiated flood.

That which was hidden by the void

emerged through the power of heat.

कामस् तदग्रे समवर्तताधि

मनसो रेतः प्रथमं यदासीत् ।

सतो बन्धुम् असति निरविन्दन्

हृदि प्रतीष्या कवयो मनीषा ॥

In the beginning arose Desire – the first seed of mind.

Sages, searching in their hearts with wisdom,

found the bond of being in non-being.

तिरश्चीनो विततो रश्मिरेषाम्

अधः स्विदासीद् उपरि स्विदासीद् ।

रेतोधासान् महिमान आसन्

स्वधा अवस्तात् प्रयतिः परस्तात् ॥

Their line was stretched across:

What was above, what was below?

There were seed-bearers, there were mighty forces;

Energy beneath, impulse above.

को अद्धा वेद क इह प्रवोचत्

कुत आजाता कुत इयं विसृष्टिः ।

अर्वाग् देवा अस्य विसर्जनेन

अथ को वेद यत आबभूव ॥

Who verily knows? Who here shall declare it?

Whence was it born, whence this creation?

The gods are later than this world’s arising –

So who knows from where it came?

इयं विसृष्टिर् यद् आबभूव

यदि वा दधे यदि वा न ।

यो अस्याध्यक्षः परमे व्योमन्

सोऽङ्ग वेद यदि वा न वेद ॥

He, the first origin of this creation –

whether He formed it, or did not,

He who surveys it from the highest heaven,

He alone knows – or perhaps He knows not?

Theory of uncertainty prevails and continued since Rig Veda, where no mention of stagnant and milestones. If dig deeper how to analyse the significance of knowing what is fixed and what can be considered as permanent. Science and consciousness behind understanding the life is knowing the unknowns and ignoring the known. Nothing is permanent and we cannot control anything. All goes with the flows. The destiny is always destined beautifully in its own majestic way. 

Even after millennia, the Nasadiya leaves us suspended in mystery. It refuses the closure of certainty, daring to suggest that not even the highest heaven may hold the answer.