The reward is given: the Great One sits, ever vigilant, protecting from demon and evil spirit. Golden-hued, he makes the cloud his crown, the milk his carpet in both realms, and prayer his official robe.
Strong and roaring, he strides, like one who kills the people; he lets the hue of demons flow off from him, Discards his cover, seeks his father’s assembly, and thus dons the bright robe he has made.
He flows onward, from both hands, pressed out with stones; excited by the prayer, the water makes him wild. He frolics and approaches, completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper.
They pour out mead around the Master of the house, Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that grants might; In him, through his great powers, cows that eat offerings mix their choicest milk.
They, the ten sisters, on Aditi’s lap, send him forward like a chariot from both arms. He wanders and comes near the Cow’s mysterious place, the place his inventions have created.
Like a falcon to its nest, so does the God speed to its golden wise-made place to rest. With song they urge the darling to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a horse to the gods.
From afar, from heaven, the red-hued noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, sings to the cows. With thousands of guides, leading this way and that, he shines, a singer, splendidly through many mornings.
His cover takes on a radiant hue; wherever he enters the battle, he drives the enemy far. The Floods’ Winner, seeking the host of heaven, comes glorified with milk, praised.
Like a bull circling the herds, it bellows; it has taken on the brilliance of Surya. It looks down to Earth, the Heavenly Falcon; Soma with wisdom views all living beings.