The Kine have come and brought good fortune: let them rest in the cow-pen and be happy near us. Here let them stay prolific, many-coloured, and yield through many morns their milk for Indra.
इन्द्रो यज्वने पृणते च शिक्षत्य् उपेद् ददाति न स्वम् मुषायति । भूयो-भूयो रयिम् इद् अस्य वर्धयन्न् अभिन्ने खिल्ये नि दधाति देवयुम् ॥
indro yajvane pṛṇate ca śikṣaty uped dadāti na svam muṣāyati | bhūyo-bhūyo rayim id asya vardhayann abhinne khilye ni dadhāti devayum ||
Indra aids him who offers sacrifice and gifts: he takes not what is his, and gives him more thereto. Increasing ever more and ever more his wealth, he makes the pious dwell within unbroken bounds.
न ता नशन्ति न दभाति तस्करो नासाम् आमित्रो व्यथिर् आ दधर्षति । देवांश् च याभिर् यजते ददाति च ज्योग् इत् ताभिः सचते गोपतिः सह ॥
na tā naśanti na dabhāti taskaro nāsām āmitro vyathir ā dadharṣati | devāṃś ca yābhir yajate dadāti ca jyog it tābhiḥ sacate gopatiḥ saha ||
These are ne'er lost, no robber ever injures them: no evil-minded foe attempts to harass them. The master of the Kine lives many a year with these, the Cows whereby he pours his gifts and serves the Gods.
na tā arvā reṇukakāṭo aśnute na saṃskṛtatram upa yanti tā abhi | urugāyam abhayaṃ tasya tā anu gāvo martasya vi caranti yajvanaḥ ||
The charger with his dusty brow o'ertakes them not, and never to the shambles do they take their way. These Cows, the cattle of the pious worshipper, roam over widespread pasture where no danger is.
To me the Cows seem Bhaga, they seem Indra, they seem a portion of the first-poured Soma. These present Cows, they, O ye Indra. I long for Indra with my heart and spirit.
O Cows, ye fatten e'en the worn and wasted, and make the unlovely beautiful tolook on. Prosper my house, ye with auspicious voices. Your power is glorified in our assemblies.
प्रजावतीः सूयवसं रिशन्तीः शुद्धा अपः सुप्रपाणे पिबन्तीः । मा व स्तेन ईशत माघशंसः परि वो हेती रुद्रस्य वृज्याः ॥
prajāvatīḥ sūyavasaṃ riśantīḥ śuddhā apaḥ suprapāṇe pibantīḥ | mā va stena īśata māghaśaṃsaḥ pari vo hetī rudrasya vṛjyāḥ ||
Crop goodly pasturage and be prolific drink pure sweet water at good drinking places. Never be thief or sinful man your matter, and may the dart of Rudra still avoid you.