This dawn indeed those kine of the tribes, the cows’ flanks, sing. With sacred formula and the brahman-speech they became true among men — the divine invocation was born.

Verily, Dawns, there is at presen wealh to give to your worshipper, to the man offering (oblations) to the sage repeating your praise; if the praises (are accepted), then bring to him who is like me such wealth as has been formerly bestowed (upon myself).

O Dawn who standest on the mountain ridges, Angirases now praise thy stalls of cattle. With prayer and holy hymn they burst them open: the heroes' calling on the Gods was fruitful.