Far off in the unseen bounds is that hidden Name, which the twain, in fear, did call upon thee by— to grant them strength.
Thou didst uphold Earth and Heaven in that fateful hour, when thou didst rouse the sons of thy brother, O bounteous one.

Great is that Name, veiled and much desired, by which thou begat that which hath been, and by which thou shalt beget that which shall be.
The light born of old, which is his own— that cherished light the five beloved do gather into one.

He hath filled the twain realms and the breadth betwixt.
The fivefold gods, in their due course,
seven by seven he beholdeth, with the four and thirty lights in their full number— one light in form, though many in its goings and laws.

In this, O Dawn, thou didst arise foremost of the shining kin, for thou begat the thriving of the thriving.

And thou art nearer in blood to her who is far off.
Great is the sole dominion of Great Dawn.

The lone runner among many—
though but newly born, the hoar one swallowed him.
Behold the god’s craft in its wonder:
this day he dieth, yet yestermorn he breathed full strong.

By might is he mighty, the red eagle, who of old, without nest, stood lordly among the great.
What he seeth, that alone is true; it is not false.
He is both the taker and the giver of the sought-for boon.

Through these was he endued with manly might, through whom the mace-bearer waxed in strength to shatter the foe.
Yea, the gods, for the deed’s vast weight, sprang forth unbidden into being.

He raised up his works with them as yokemates, he, who hath all might and all wit, the smiter of scorn, the breaker of the strong.
Having quaffed the soma and waxed in might, the champion drove the Dasyus from the heavens in battle.