From the Ashvatreya came living creatures; Agni waxing in heaven grew the strong ones. Neckless, loud-voiced, broad of song, these are the honeyed, not the vain conqueror.

Living men, with collars of gold, earnest in praise, desirous of food, augment by this laudation the vigour of you abiding in the white firmament.

Svaitreya's people, all his men, have gloriously increased in might. A gold chain Brhaduktha wears, as, through this Soma, seeking spoil.