WITH hymns of praise their sons have told aloud the Ṛbhus' mighty deeds. Who, all-supporting, have enjoyed the earth as, twere a mother cow.
Bring forth the God with song divine, being Jātavedas hitherward, To bear our gifts at once to heaven.
He here, a God-devoted Priest, led forward comes to sacrifice. Like a car covered for the road, he, glowing, knows, himself, the way.
This Agni rescues from distress, as ’twere from the Immortal Race, A God yet mightier than strength, a God who hath been made for life.
