From whom mothers drink the honeyed, delightful milk — the heavens, earth, Aditi, rivers and mountains, the singers chanting songs and the bulls of warmth in dreams — to the Adityas I offer joyful homage for welfare.

To (these dieties) to whom the maternal (earth) yields the sweet- flavoured milk, and thecloud-invested, undepressed heaven (yields) ambrosia, to those Ādityas whose strength is sacred praise, whoare bringers of rain, the doers of good actions, offer for your welfare laudation.

I will rejoice in these Adityas for my weal, for whom the Mother pours forth water rich in balm, And Dyaus the Infinite, firm as a rock, sweet milk,-Gods active, strong through lauds, whose might the Bull upholds.