1 Bang! here he is. A dog.

2 Swish! it is gone. Falling of leaves.

3 Crunch! it is trodden on. A cow's hoof.

4 These false gods have gone astray. Do thou, priest, quickly do thy work.

5 There is good resting for the cows. Take thy delight,

6 O singer, the Adityas brought rich guerdon to the Angirases; singer, they went not near to it. Singer, they did not take the gift.

7 Singer, they went not near to that; but, singer, they accepted this: that days may not be indistinct, nor sacrifices leaderless.

8 And quickly he flies away, the White Horse swiftest on his feet, and swiftly fills his measure up.

9 All the angels, the Adityas, Rudras, Vasus, pay worship unto God. Accept this liberal gift, O Angiras, this bounty excellent and rich, this ample bounty spreading far.

10 God shall give the precious boon: let it be pleasant to your hearts. Let it be with you every day: accept our offerings in return.

11 Vouchsafe us shelter, O God, Thou to be invoked from far away. Bring treasure hither to reward the far-famed bard who praises Thee.

12 Thou, O God, to the trembling dove whose pinions had been rent and torn, gavest ripe grain and Pilu fruit, gavest water when athirst.

13 The ready praiser loudly speaks though fastened triply with a strap; yea, he commends the freshening draught, deprecates languor of disease.