2He, Pavamana, Self−produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns: He glitters through the firmament.

3Brilliant like wealth, adorable, with splendour Pavamana shines, Mightily with the streams of meath.

4The tawny Pavamana, who strews from of old the grass with might, Is worshipped, God amid the Gods.

5The golden, the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high, By Pavamana glorified.

6With passion Pavamana longs for the great lofty pair, well−formed Like beauteous maidens, Night and Dawn

7Both Gods who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds: Indra's Self Is Pavamana, yea, the Bull.

8This, Pavamana's sacrifice, shall the three beauteous Goddesses, Sarasvati and Bharati and Ila, Mighty One, attend.

91 summon Tvastar hither, our protector, champion, earliest−born, Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajapati.

10O Pavamana, with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati, The ever−green. the golden−hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs.

11Come to the consecrating rite of Pavamana, all ye Gods,− Vayu, Surya, Brhaspati, Indra, and Agni, in accord.