Urging to toil and making proclamation, seeking Heaven’s daughter comes the Mighty Mother: She comes, the youthful Hymn, to the Fathers, inviting them to her home and calling out loudly.
Swift in their motion, hastening to their duty, reaching the central point of immortal life, Around the earth and sky, vast paths stretch out without any bounds.
Guide the Sea, Red Bird with strong wings, he has entered the dwelling-place of the Primordial Father. A gem-set in the middle of heaven, he has gone forth and guards between the air’s two limits.
Four support him and give him rest and quiet, and ten invigorate the infant for travel. His cows, most excellent, of three natures, pass swiftly around the boundaries of heaven.
Wondrous, O people, is the mystic knowledge that while the waters stand, the streams flow: That, separate from his Mother, two support him, closely united, twins, here made manifest.
For him they lengthen prayers and acts of worship; the Mothers weave garments for him, their offspring. Joyfully, for the Steer’s impregnating touch, his Spouses move on paths to meet him.
This be our praise, O Varuṇa and Mitra, may this be health and strength to us, O Agni. May we obtain firm ground and room for resting: Glory to Heaven, the lofty abode!