The Rig Veda/Mandala 3/Hymn 57

1. MY thought with fine discernment hath discovered the Cow who wanders free without a herdsman,
     Her who hath straightway poured me food in plenty: Indra and Agni therefore are her praisers.
2. Indra and Pusan, deft of hand and mighty, well-pleased have drained the heaven's exhaustless udder.
     As in this praise the Gods have all delighted, may I win blessing here from you, O Vasus.
3. Fain to lend vigour to the Bull, the sister with reverence recognize the germ within him.
     The Cows come lowing hither to the Youngling, to him endued with great and wondrous beauties.
4. Fixing with thought, at sacrifice, the press-stones, I bid the well-formed Heaven and Earth come hither;
     For these thy flames, which give men boons in plenty, rise up on high, the beautiful, the holy.
5. Agni, thy meath-sweet tongue that tastes fair viands, which among Gods is called the far-extended,-
     Therewith make all the Holy Odes be seated here for our help, and feed them with sweet juices.
6. Let thy stream give us drink, O God, O Agni, wonderful and exhaustless like the rain-clouds.
     Thus care for us, O Vasu Jatavedas, show us thy loving-kindness, reaching all men.