A six-verse hymn. The poet addresses the forest goddess who seems to vanish and asks whether she is not afraid, away from the village. He describes the evening: one insect answering another like bells, cattle and a dwelling that only seem to be there, a sound like carts being let go, a man calling his cow, a tree felled, a fancied scream. She harms no one unless an enemy approaches; a man eats her sweet fruit and rests. He ends by praising her as fragrant, mother of the wild creatures, having food without tillage. No request is made.