They invoked the divine ones like sacrificers along the noon, the swift Rishvas, the blustering Rudra, the marvellous Asuras of the waters. Like cleansing fires, pure ones, like the sun they shone; the vital-hearted did not shrink from the dreadful noise.

They were born handsome and vigorous from the sky, the sons of Rudra, the conquerors of their foes, pure from sin, and purifying (all), radiant as suns, powerful as evil spirits, diffusers of rain-drops, and of fearful forms.

They spring to birth, the lofty Ones, the Bulls of Heaven, divine, the youths of Rudra, free from spot and stain; The purifiers, shining brightly even as suns, awful of form like giants, scattering rain-drops down.