ONE is a youth brown, active, adorned with ornaments, the golden one.
Another shines brightly, occupies the sacrificial place among the gods, Sage.
One wields an iron knife in his hand, firm in his seat among the deities.
Another holds the thunderbolt, with which he vanquishes Vṛtras, holding it steady.
Another bears a pointed weapon; bright and strong, with healing medicines.
Another, like a thief, watches well the paths, knowing where treasures lie.
Another strides mightily, making three steps where the gods rejoice.
Two ride together on winged horses, journeying like travelers on their way.
Two, highest, have set their seats in heaven, worshipped with holy oil, imperial kings.
Some, singing praises, conceived the Sāma-hymn, great hymn that causes the sun to shine.