Let the praise of the gods, the pathway of sacrifice, seek us out and lend its strength— alongside all the mighty ones who overcome.
May we find fair fellowship among them;
may we be they who pass unscathed through every trial.

A man ought to wait upon wealth in the way of truth, and seek to win it by reverence and right.

He should commune with the counsel of his heart, and by keen thought take hold of higher skill.

The wise thought is fixed in its place; the offerings surge and swell.
The helping gods draw near the wondrous one, as folk to a ford.
We have found the strengthening song that guideth us well; we have come to know the deathless ones.

Our own unshifting lord and hearth-warden should find delight in him whom Savitar hath brought forth— or Bhaga and Aryaman may mark him with kine.
He appeareth beloved in their sight, and let it so be.

Let this good earth here seem as the land of dawns, when the lords of herds gather with strength among us, yearning to partake of the singer’s praise.
May mighty gifts draw near to our doors.

The fair favor of this one, widening out, became as the first-born cow through the whole land.

Within the womb of this lord lie those of his kind, together borne under one yoke.

What was the wood, what was the tree, from whence were heaven and earth hewn forth— the twain that stand ever side by side, unaging and firm?

Yet lo, the days pass, and the dawns wax old.

There is none beyond of such a kind.
The ox upholdeth the sky and the earth.
By his own will, he maketh his hide a holy sieve, when they draw him forth as the red horses bear the sun.

Like a serpent in slither he passeth over the broad earth; as the wind scattereth mist, he sweepeth the land.

Where, being anointed as Mitra and Varuṇa, he kindleth like fire let loose in the woods.

When the barren cow brought forth in a breath, even faltering, yet faltered not— for she had her herdsmen to hand.
When the son was born ‘fore his two begetters, the cow swallowed the peg—if any would ask.

They say Kaṇva is born of him who dwelleth among men, and Śyāva, dark of hue, bore off the stakes.

The shining udder swelled for the dusky one, Kr̥ṣṇa— yet within, no man raised up the truth on his behalf.