As the cow yieldeth milk, pour for us freely, Lord of the Field, the wave that beareth sweetness, Distilling meath, well-purified like butter, and let the. Lords of holy Law be gracious.
Sweet be the plants for us. the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be air's mid-region. May the Field's Lord for us be full of sweetness, and may we follow after him uninjured.
Happily let the shares turn up the plough-land, happily go the ploughers with the oxen. With meath and milk Parjanya make us happy. Grant us prosperity, Śuna and Sīra.