The seven tones rose from the white food and traveled between the pair of Mothers. Both Motherly Parents come together to grant us long life; they hasten forward.
The One dwelling in heaven has Mares and Milchmaids; He came to the Goddesses who bring sweet treasure. To you, safe resting in the seat of Order, the Cow alone proceeds on her way.
Wise Master, Wealthy Finder of Riches, He mounted those who can be guided with care. He, dark-haired, manifold with varied aspects, made them burst forth from their food, the brushwood.
Strength-bearing streams carry him eternally, to support the mighty work of Tvaṣṭar. He, flashing in his home with all his parts, entered both the worlds as they were single.
They know the red Bull's blessing and are joyful under the flaming Lord's rule: They who give shine from heaven with fair radiance, whose lofty song like Iḷā must be honored.
By tradition from the ancient sages, they brought great strength from the two mighty Parents, To where the singer's Bull, the night's dispeller, after his proper law has grown stronger.
Seven holy singers guard with five Adhvaryus the Bird's beloved firmly-settled station. The willing Bulls, untouched by old age, rejoice them: as Gods themselves the ways of Gods they follow.
I crave the grace of heaven’s two chief Invokers: the seven swift steeds joy in their customary manner. These speak of truth, praising the Eternal Truth, thinking on Order as the guards of Order.
Many seek the Great Horse as a stallion; the reins obey the Lord of varied color. O Heavenly Priest, most pleasant, full of wisdom, bring the great Gods to us, and Earth and Heaven.
Rich Lord, the Mornings have shone in splendor, fair-radiant, fair-speaking, worshipped with all viands, Yea, with the glory of the earth, O Agni. Forgive us, for our sins committed, even though small.
As holy food, Agni, to your invoker, give wealth in cattle, lasting, rich in wonders. May we be born a son, and spreading offspring, Agni, may this be your gracious will to us.