The bulls are not a beam of thine nor do they contend; they stood firm in the place of assembly. Like the roaring flood came the great herds; the stall of him whose kine grazed, they loosed downward.

The Soma is your showerer (at the sacrifice); you are unharmed, (like those) abounding in food, youare constantly feeding; like the wealthy (possessed) of splendour, you, O stones, are beautiful (at the sacrifice ofhim) whose sacrifice you delighted in.

Strong is your stalk; ye, verily, never shall be harmed; ye have refreshment, ye are ever satisfied. Fair are ye, as it were, through splendour of his wealth, his in whose sacrifice, O Stones, ye find delight.