The seer, like a sage, sought not rest but fashioned rites; he poured forth a single libation. By day he roused the sevenfold creatures with pity and, addressing the winds, spoke aloud.

Like a sage (knowing) what is hidden, and fulfilling sacred rites, so the showerer (of benefits), quaffing copiously the effused (libation), exults (in the draught), and he genitive rates the seven efficient (rays) from heaven, which, being glorified, have made (manifest) the objects of (human) perception by day.

When the Bull, quaffing, praises our Iibation, as a sage paying holy rites in secret, Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e'en by day have wrought their works while singing.