2High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering wit h light. The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.

3The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be. By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ ,

4Gandharva verily protects his dwellingplace; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods. Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.

5Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou corapassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods. King, on thy chariot−sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.