a Bhuh! Bhuvah! Svar! b Let the Vasus anoint thee with the Gayatri metre. Let the Rudras anoint thee with the Tristubh metre. Let the Adityas anoint thee with the Jagati metre. c As the wind hath gone to the waters, Indra's dear body, By that path, O praiser, Bring back to us the horse. d O thou that hast barley, that hast grain, (bring) renown for me; e For barley, for milk, this food eat, O ye gods; this food eat, O Prajapati. f They yoke the tawny ruddy one, Which goeth round them that stand; The lights shine in the sky. g They yoke his dear steeds On either side of the chariot, Dark, strong, bearing heroes. A Making a banner for that which hath none, Form for the formless, O ye men, Thou wert born with the dawns.