1When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vritras dead, Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the heavens.

2Then was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of joy. In might thou art above this All, all that now is and yet shall be.

3Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Surya rise to heaven. Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sdma hymns, great joy to him who loves the song!