I do not desire the dear milk of the kid or the goat of the two together. Heat did not, O Vāja, scorch the belly; the butter was everlasting.

May (Agni) with his two relatives, (heaven and earth), hear this faultless (praise), acceptable as milk; he who, like the mixed oblation, is filled with food, and unsubsdued, is ever the subduer of his foes.

I bring, as 'twere, the longed-for milk, the dear milk of the Sister-Pair. Like to a caldron filled with food is he, unconquered, conquering all.