2As the cow yieldeth milk, pour for us freely, Lord of the Field, the wave that beareth sweetness, Distilling meath, well−purified like butter, and let the. Lords of holy Law be gracious.

3Sweet be the plants for us. the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be air's mid−region. May the Field's Lord for us be full of sweetness, and may we follow after him uninjured.

4Happily work our steers and men, may the plough furrow happily. Happily be the traces bound; happily may he ply the goad.

5Suna and Sira, welcome ye this laud, and with the milk which ye have made in heaven Bedew ye both this earth of ours.

6Auspicious Sita, come thou near: we venerate and worship thee That thou mayst bless and prosper us and bring us fruits abundantly.

7May Indra press the furrow down, may Pusan guide its course aright. May she, as rich in milk, be drained for us through each succeeding year.

8Happily let the shares turn up the ploughland, happily go the ploughers with the oxen. With meath and milk Parjanya make us happy. Grant us prosperity, Suna and Sira.