2Who may give you aught, Vasus, for your favour, for what, at the Cow's place, ye grant through worshi p? Wake for us understanding full of riches, come with a heart that will fulfil our longing.

3As erst for Tugra's son your car, sea−crossing, strong, was equipped and set amid the waters, So may I gain your shelter and protection as with winged course a hero seeks his army.

4May this my praise preserve Ucathya's offispring: let not these Twain who fly with wings exhaust me. Let not the wood ten times up−piled consume me, when fixed for you it bites the ground it stands on.

5The most maternal streams, wherein the Dilsas cast me securely bound, have not devoured me. When Traitana would cleave my head asunder, the Dasa wounded his own breast and shoulders.

6Dirghatamas the son of Mamati hath come to length of days in the tenth age of human kind. He is the Brahman of the waters as they strive to reach their end and aim: their charioteer is he.