1. WITH hymns of praise their sons have told aloud the Rbhus' mighty deeds.
Who, all-supporting, have enjoyed the earth as, twere a mother cow.
2. Bring forth the God with song divine, being Jatavedas hitherward,
To bear our gifts at once to heaven.
3. He here, a God-devoted Priest, led forward comes to sacrifice.
Like a car covered for the road, he, glowing, knows, himself, the way.
4. 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.
