Women do not adore the waters with equal placid rites; borne from afar they bring this longing. Bearing desire, the well-formed, noble ones, whoever are invoked, all praise the sacrificer.

The feminine le leaders (of the morning) illuminate with their inherent radiance the remotest parts (of the heaven), with a simultaneous effort, like warriors (with their shining arms in the van of battle), bringing every kind of food to the performer of good works, to the bountiful, and to the worshipper who presents libations.

They sing their song like women active in their tasks, along their common path hither from far away, Bringing refreshment to the liberal devotee, yea, all things to the worshipper who pours the juice.