Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895]
1, 2Who carried off these stores of milk? Who took the dark
cow's milk away?
3, 4Who took away the white cow's milk t Who took the black
cow's milk away?
5, 6 Question this man, Where do I ask? Where, whom that
knoweth do I ask?
7, 8Not to the belly comes the grain. The patient ones are
angry now.
9, 10Undecked with gems, and decked with gems: deity rivalling
the Sun.
11, 12Dapple, Harinikā, and Bay ran forward to the liberal gifts.
13, 14When the horn's blast hath sounded forth let not our friend
discover thee.
15, 16Hither to the cow's son they come. Libation hath rejoiced
the God.
17, 18Then cried they. Here he is, and, Here; again the cry was,
Here is he.
19, 20Then not defective be our steeds! A splinter so diminutive!