I choose these intelligent kine, many-nurturing, the sable-robed young bulls harnessed for the chariot’s way. These are your myriads, O men of thought; the priests ascending are beheld afar, plentiful and lofty.

I glorify with praise the beautiful heaven and earth, taking in hand the stones (to express the libation) at the sacrifice, as these your graceful, adorable, and many-blessing rays (Agni) mount up for the good of man.

Fixing with thought, at sacrifice, the press-stones, I bid the well-formed Heaven and Earth come hither; For these thy flames, which give men boons in plenty, rise up on high, the beautiful, the holy.