WITH hymns of praise their sons have told aloud the Ṛbhus' mighty deeds.

Who, all-supporting, have enjoyed the Earth as, twere a mother cow.

Bring forth the Deva with song divine, being Jātavedas hitherward, to bear our gifts at once to Heaven.

He here, a Deva-devoted Monk, led forward comes to offering. Like a car covered for the road, he, glowing, knows, himself, the way.

This Agni rescues from distress, as ’twere from the Immortal Race, a Deva yet mightier than strength, a Deva who hath been made for life.