2Rejoicing in his friendship, let the priest be seated over man, Beside the shoot of active power.

3Him, glowing bright beyond all thought, they seek among the race of man; With him for tougue they seize the food.

4He hath inflamed the twofold plain: lifegiving, he hath climbed the wood, And with his tongue hath struck the rock.

5Wandering here the radiant Calf finds none to fetter him, and seeks The Mother to declare his praise.

6And now that great and mighty team, the team of horses that are his, And traces of his car, are seen.

7The seven milk a single cow; the two set other five to work, On the stream's loud−resounding bank.

8Entreated by Vivasvan's ten, Indra cast down the water−jar With threefold hammer from the sky.

9Three times the newIy−kindled flame proceeds around the sacrifice: The priests anoint it with the meath.

10With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above, Exhaustless, with the mouth below.

11The pressing−stones are set at work: the meath is poured into the tank, At the out−shedding of the fount.

12Ye cows, protect the fount: the two Mighty Ones bless the sacrifice. The handles twain are wrought of gold.

13Pour on the juice the ornament which reaches both the heaven and earth Supply the liquid to the Bull.

14These know their own abiding−place: like calves beside the mother cows They meet together with their kin.

15Devouring in their greedy jaws, they make sustaining food in heaven, To Indra, Agni light and prayer.

16The Pious One milked out rich food, sustenance dealt in portions seven, Together with the Sun's seven rays.

17I took some Soma when the Sun rose up, O Mitra, Varuna. That is the sick man's medicine.

18From where oblations must be laid, which is the Well−beloved's home, He with his tongue hath compassed heaven.