ENKINDLED, Pavamana, Lord, sends forth his light everywhere In a friendly way, the bellowing Bull.
He, Pavamana, Self-produced, strides forward sharpening his horns: He shines through the sky.
Bright as wealth, adorable, with brilliance Pavamana shines, Mighty with the streams of meath.
The tawny Pavamana, who long ago spread grass with might, Is worshiped, God among the Gods.
The golden, the Celestial Doors are raised high by their frames, By Pavamana glorified.
With passion Pavamana yearns for the great lofty pair, well-formed Like beautiful maidens, Night and Dawn.
Both Gods who watch over men I call, Celestial Herald: Indra’s Self Is Pavamana, indeed, the Bull.
This, Pavamana’s sacrifice, will the three beauteous Goddesses, Sarasvati and Bharati and Iḷā, Mighty One, attend.
I summon Tvaṣṭar hither, our protector, champion, firstborn, Indu is Indra, tawny Steer; Pavamana is Prajāpati.
O Pavamana, with the meath in streams anoint Vanaspati, The ever-green, golden-hooded, refulgent, with a thousand branches.
Come to the consecrating rite of Pavamana, all ye Gods— Vāyu, Sūrya, Bṛhaspati, Indra, and Agni, in harmony.