1FORTH from the ocean sprang the wave of sweetness: together with the stalk it turned to Amṛta,     That which is holy oil's mysterious title: but the Gods’ tongue is truly Amṛta's centre.

2Let us declare aloud the name of Ghṛta, and at this sacrifice hold it up with homage.     So let the Brahman hear the praise we utter. This hath the four-horned Buffalo emitted.

3Four are his horns, three are the feet that bear him; his heads are two, his hands are seven in number.     Bound with a triple bond the Steer roars loudly: the mighty God hath entered in to mortals.

4That oil in triple shape the Gods discovered laid down within the Cow, concealed by Paṇis.     Indra produced one shape, Sūrya another: by their own power they formed the third from Vena.

5From inmost reservoir in countless channels flow down these rivers which the foe beholds not.     I look upon the streams of oil descending, and lo! the Golden Reed is there among them.

6Like rivers our libations flow together, cleansing themselves in inmost heart and spirit.     The streams of holy oil pour swiftly downward like the wild beasts that fly before the bowman.

7As rushing down the rapids of a river, flow swifter than the wind the vigorous currents,     The streams of oil in swelling fluctuation like a red courser bursting through the fences.

8Like women at a gathering fair to look on and gently smiling, they incline to Agni.     The streams of holy oil attain the fuel, and Jātavedas joyfully receives them.

9As maidens dock themselves with gay adornment to join the bridal feast, I now behold them.     Where Soma flows and sacrifice is ready, thither the streams of holy oil are running.

10Send to our eulogy a herd of cattle bestow upon us excellent possessions.     Bear to the Gods the sacrifice we offer the streams of oil flow pure and full of sweetness.

11The universe depends upon thy power and might within the sea, within the heart, within all life.