Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1The swiftly-moving songs of praise pour on thee streams of vital
strength
As mother cows refresh the calf.
2Swift move the bright ones while they blend the Milk with vital
vigour, as
A dame her infant with her heart.
3Fair hymns bring glory to the Strong, and Indra-vigour; unto,
me
Fatness and milk and length of days.
4This brindled Bull hath come and sat before the Mother in the
east,
Advancing to the Father Heaven.
5As expiration from breath she moves along the lucid spheres:
The Bull shines forth through all the sky.
6Song is bestowed upon the Bird. It reigns supreme throughout
thirty realms
Throughout the days at break of morn.