Of this benevolent priest, with gray hair, the middle brother among the three is lightning.
The third is he whose back is oiled. Here I see the Chief with seven sons.
Seven yoke the courser to the one-wheeled chariot; the single courser bears seven names.
The wheel has three axes, strong and indestructible, upon which all beings rest.
Seven ride on the seven-wheeled chariot; they have seven horses, seven in number, drawing it.
Seven sisters sing praises together, in whom the names of the seven cows are preserved.
Who has seen him as he sprang into being, seen how the boneless One supports the bony?
Where is the blood of earth, the life, the spirit? Who may approach the one who knows, to ask it?
Unripe in mind, undiscerning in spirit, I ask of these the Gods' established places.
Above the yearling calf, the sages wove a web with their seven threads.
The Mother yokes herself to the boon cow’s car-pole; the infant rests in the dank rows of clouds.
Then the calf bleats, looking at the Mother, the cow who wears all shapes in three directions.
Bearing three Mothers and three Fathers, he stands erect alone; they never tire him.
There on the pitch of heaven, they speak together in knowing speech but not moving.
Formed with twelve spokes, by the passage of time, unweakened, this wheel of order rolls.
Herein established, paired together, seventy-one sons and twenty stand, O Agni.
They call him in the farther half of heaven the five-footed Sire, with twelve forms, rich in watery stores.
Others say he, the God with far-sighted eyes, rides on the lower seven-wheeled, six-spoked chariot.
Yoked with seven hundred sons and twenty, this wheel rests and depends on all living creatures.
Its axle, heavily laden, is not heated; the nave from ancient times remains unbroken.
The wheel revolves, not wasting, with its felloe; ten yoke it to the far-reaching chariot.
The Sun’s eye moves around the region; all living creatures depend on him.
Of the co-born, the seventh single-born; the six twin pairs are called Rishis, Children of the Gods.
Their good gifts sought by men are arranged in order due, and various in form for the Lord who guides.
I asked these, the males though