The half of the day is dark, the other bright. Both these revolve by their own intelligence. Vaishvanara, once born, the Sovereign Lord of the universe, has overthrown the darkness with his lustre. I discern neither warp nor woof, nor the pattern of those who weave in the contest. Whose son will speak here so well as to surpass his father without assistance from the Father before him? He who knows the warp and woof, he knows how to weave. He will speak what should be uttered in due course of time, Agni, the immortal God knows it and though moving below on earth, he sees beyond others. Behold him, the Hotar-priest, first of all to perform the sacrifice. Among mortal men, he is the immortal light. He is born and is firm seated among us, the immortal, ever waxing strong in his body. A steadfast light has been set for mortal men to look on, of all the moving objects the mind is the swiftest. All gods with one thought, with one intention, march on unobstructed towards that single Splendour. My ears grow weak, my eyes grow dim, but the light that dwells within me grows brighter. Far abroad roams my mind, its thoughts spreading wider. What shall I utter? What shall my mind imagine? All the Gods made obeisance before thee in fear, O Agni, while thou wast dwelling amidst darkness. O Vaishvanara, the universal God, grant us your grace, may the Immortal now favour us!

May God Agni, kindled bright through Vedic hymns, served with oblations, fain for riches, strike the Demons dead. Agni, the Father of fathers, shining ever in his mother’s side, removes all ignorance by revealing the Vedic knowledge, the source of all true learning. O ever active Jatvedas, the seer of all, grant us devotion that brings progeny, O Lord, that is illustrious. O Son of Strength, of handsome to look on, we thy devotees, have poured forth oblations with our songs, O Agni! O Agni, who glitters like gold, we come to thee for shelter, as to the shade from fierce heat. Mighty as a hero who slays with shafts, or like a bull with sharpened horns. O Agni, thou breakest down the forts of bondage with thy darts of knowledge. O Agni, thou God, verily yoke thy steeds, the most excellent, to bring thee hither with speed. O God, reveal unto us fully by coming hither. Bring other Gods here to the sacrifice to enjoy the Soma drink. O Agni, sustainer of the universe, ever radiant, of unfading splendour, manifest thy lustrous glory and illumine the world, O immortal One!

The cows have come and brought good fortune. Let them stay here in our stalls and be happy near us. May they bring forth multi coloured calves for us, yielding milk each morning for Indra. Indra seeks to aid him who is liberal in gifts, he increases his possessions, and takes away nothing. Increasing his riches evermore, he makes the pious dwell in an inviolate realm. These Cows are never lost, nor robber shall ever harm them, no wicked foe ever dare to mislead them. The lord of the Cows, who offers to the gods in sacrifice, lives long with them. The courser, raising the dust can never overtake them and never do they resort to the shambles. These cows of the devout man who performs Yajna, roam about the vast pasture where no danger lurks.

These cows are Bhaga, these cows are Indra, they are a first poured oblation of Soma. Verily these cows are my brother, Indra for whom I long with my heart and soul. O Cows, ye fatten even the thin and weak, and give beauty to unlovely. Make my household prosper with your strength. Graze on our fine pastures and be prolific in calves, drink pure water at the springs. Let ye be owned neither by a thief nor by a robber, may ye be spared the shafts of Rudra! Let this portion mixed with the seed of the Bull and thy strength, O Indra, bring to these Cows fertility!