THE Season was the parent, and when born therefrom it entered rapidly the floods wherein it grows.

Thence was it full of sap, streaming with milky juice: the milk of the plant's stalk is chief and meet for lauds.

They come trooping together bearing milk to him, and bring him sustenance who gives support to all. The way is common for the downward streams to flow. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

One priest announces what the institutor gives: one, altering the forms, zealously plies his task, the third corrects the imperfections left by each. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

Dealing out food unto their people there they sit, like wealth to him who comes, more than the back can bear. Greedily with his teeth he eats the master's food. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

Thou hast created Earth to look upon the sky: thou, subduing Ahi, settest free the river's paths. Thee, such, a Devas have quickened with their lauds, even as a steed with waters: meet for praise art thou.

Thou givest increase, thou dealest to us our food: thou milkest from the moist the dry, the rich in sweets. Thou by the worshipper layest thy precious store: thou art sole Lord of all. Meet for our praise art thou.

Thou who hast spread abroad the streams by stablished law, and in the field the plants that blossom and bear seed; Thou who hast made the matchless lightnings of the sky.vast, compassing vast realms, meet for our praise art thou.

Who broughtest Nārmara with all his wealth, for sake of food, to subdue him that the fiends might be conquered, Broughtest the face unclouded of the strengthening one, performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.

Thou boundest up the Dāsa's hundred friends and ten, when, at one's hearing, thou helpest thy worshipper. Thou for Dabhīti boundest Dasyus not with cords; Thou wast a mighty help. Worthy of lauds art thou.

All banks of rivers yielded to his manly might; to him they gave, to him, the Strong, gave up their wealth. The six directions hast thou fixed, a five-fold view: thy victories reached afar. Worthy of lauds art thou.

Meet for high praise, O Hero, is thy power, that with thy single wisdom thou obtainest wealth, the life-support of conquering Jātūṣṭhira. Indra, for all thy deeds, worthy of lauds art thou.

Thou for Turvīti heldest still the flowing floods, the river-stream for Vayya easily to pass Didst raise the outcast from the depths, and gavest fame unto the halt and blind. Worthy of lauds art thou.

Prepare thyself to grant us that great bounty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure. Snatch up the wonderful, O Indra, daily. Lou. May we speak, with heroes, in assembly.