Let the wind, joy itself, blow upon the ruddy kine; let them graze the green shoots full of strength and sap.

Let them drink the waters rich with fatness, that bring wealth unto the living.

Loose them forth, O Rudra, and in thy wrath be kind— spare the life upon the hoof.

They that are of one hue, or many, or none the same, whose names are known to Agni by the rite, whom the Aṅgirases called hither with their burning zeal— to these, O Parjanya, stretch forth a mighty shield.

They who lifted their flesh as gift before the gods, whose every shade is marked by Soma’s eye, full with milk and teeming with young—
grant these unto our byre, O Indra, strong in deed.

Prajāpati, in league with gods and sires of old, hath given them into my hand.

In favor he hath sent them hither to our fold.
May we dwell beside them, and their young, in peace.