This holy hymn, sublime and seven-headed, sprang from eternal Law, our father discovered. Ayasya, friend of all men, has created the fourth hymn as he praised Indra.
Thinking rightly, praising eternal Order, the sons of Dyaus the Asura, those heroes, Aṅgirases, holding the rank of sages, first honored the holy statute of sacrifice.
Surrounded by his friends who cried with swan-like voices, bursting the stony barriers of the prison, Brihaspati spoke in thunder to the cattle, and uttered praise and song when he found them.
Apart from one, above two, he drove the kine that stood in bonds of falsehood. Brihaspati, seeking light amid darkness, drove forth the bright cows: three he made apparent.
When he had split the lairs and western castle, he cut off three from him who held the waters. Brihaspati, thundering like Dyaus, discovered the dawn, the Sun, the cow, and the lightning.
With a hand, like Indra, he cleaved Vala through, the guardian of the cattle. Seeking the milk-drinker with shining comrades, he stole the Paṇi's kine and left him weeping.
He with bright faithful friends, winners of booty, rent the milker of the cows asunder. Brihaspati, with wild boars strong and mighty, sweating with heat, gained a rich possession.
They, longing for the kine, with faithful spirit incited by their hymns, the Lord of cattle. Brihaspati freed the radiant cows with comrades self-yoked, averting shame from one another.
In our assembly with auspicious praises exalting him who roars like a lion, Maywe, in every fight where heroes conquer, rejoice in strong Brihaspati the Victor.
When he had won every sort of booty and gone to heaven and its most lofty mansions, Men praised Brihaspati the Mighty, bringing the light within their mouths from sundry places.
Fulfill the prayer that asks for vital vigor: aid in your usual manner even the humble. Let all our foes be turned and driven backward. Hear this, O Heaven and Earth, you All-producers.
Indra with mighty strength cleaved Arbuda the watery monster, slain Ahi, and set free the