Like a swift horse, my mind conceived thoughts akin to a craftsman. Seeking what is most dear and noble, I yearn to meet the wise, full of knowledge.
Ask of the wise, mighty generations, steadfast and devout, they fashioned the heavens. These are your heartfelt desires, and they have become the upholders of the sky.
In this world, they endowed mysterious natures, adorned the heavens and earth for high dominion, Measuring them with measures, setting wide expanses, dividing the great worlds firmly for safety.
As he ascended, they adorned him: self-luminous, he travels in splendor. That is the Bull’s, the Asura’s mighty form: he, all-form, has reached the eternal waters.
First, the ancient Bull gave birth to offspring; these are his many draughts that gave him strength. From days of old, you Kings, two Sons of Heaven, by sacrificial hymns won dominion.
You Sovereigns, three seats in the Holy assembly, many, indeed, all, honor you with your presence. There, in spirit, I saw Gandharvas in their course with wind-blown hair.
That same companionship of hers, the Cow, with the strong Bull’s diverse forms, they established. Endowing still some new celestial form, skilled workers shaped a form around him.
May no one here bar me from enjoying the golden light that Savitar diffuses. He covers all-fostering worlds with praise, even as a mother cherishes her children.
Fulfill, you two, his work, the Great, the Ancient: as heavenly blessing, keep watch over us. All the wise Gods behold his varied actions, standing erect, whose voice is like a herdsman’s.
Call upon Indra, Maghavan, auspicious, best Hero in the fight where spoils are gathered, The Strong, who listens, who aids in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.