1 The Radiant One advances with his lofty banner: the Bull is sounding to the earth and heavens.

He hath attained the sky's supremest limits, the Steer hath waxen in the lap of waters.

2 The Bull, the youngling with the hump, hath frolicked, the strong and never-ceasing Calf hath sounded,

Bringing our offerings to the assembly of the righteous, he moves as Chief in his own dwelling-places.

3 Him who hath grasped his Parents' head, they stablished at worship, a wave of heavenly lustre.

In his swift flight the red Dawns borne by horses refresh their bodies in the home of Order.

4 For, Bountiful, thou precedest every Morning, and still hast been the Twins' illuminator.

For worship, seven places thou retainest while for thine own self thou engenderest friendship.

5 Thou art the Eye and Guard of mighty Order, and the All-Seeing when to worship thou comest.

Thou art the Waters' Child, Knower of all that is born, envoy of him whose offering thou acceptest.

6 Thou art the Leader of the rite and region, to which with thine auspicious teams thou leadest,

Thy light-bestowing head to heaven thou liftest, making thy tongue the offering-bearer.

7 Through his wise insight Trita in the cavern, seeking as ever the Chief Sire's intention,

Carefully tended in his Parents' bosom, calling the weapons kin, goes forth to combat.

8 Well-skilled to use the weapons of his Father, Aptya, urged on by the Mighty, fought the battle.

Then Trita slew the foe, seven-rayed, three-headed, and freed the cattle of the Son of the Maker.

9 Lord of the brave, the Mighty cleft him in pieces who sought to gain much strength and deemed him mighty.

He smote his three heads from his body, seizing the cattle of the manifold-formed Son of the Maker.