Speak three words: the light that follows, the one that fills the teat that yields nectar. Quickly made manifest, the Bull roars, creating the seed of plants, the infant.
Giver of growth to plants, the One who rules over waters and all living beings, Grant us triple shelter for our refuge, and triple light to aid and protect us.
Now he is barren, now begets offspring, just as he wills, he changes his form. The Father’s warm flow moistens the Mother; with it, the Sire and the Son are nourished.
In him all living beings take form, and the three heavens with their triply-flowing waters. Three reservoirs that pour their treasure sprinkle sweet streams around him with a murmur.
May this my song reach the Sovereign Lord Parjanya and please him. May we obtain the rains that bring joy, and God-protected plants with good fruit.
He is the Bull of all, their impregnator: he keeps the life of all things fixed and moving. May this rite save me until my hundredth year. Preserve us always, ye Gods, with blessings.