Let not a thief or wicked man possess you: let not the dart of Rudra come anear you, Prolific, shining in the goodly pasture, drinking at pleasant pools the limpid water.
Ye know the place and rest content, close-gathered, called by many a name. Come to me, Goddesses, with Gods Bedew with streams of fatness us, this cattle-pen, and all this place.
