Covered with truth, wrapped in splendor, and enveloped by glory, she stands—radiant and sacred. Sustained by her own self-rule, surrounded by faith, protected by consecration, and firmly established in sacrifice, she is the foundation of the world itself. Her path is Brahman; her lord is the Brahmin. If anyone takes her—the cow of Brahman—from a Brahmin, that person conquers the Kshatriya. Yet, with this act, truth departs from him, and so do strength, virtue, and good fortune. All the energies and powers—brilliance, might, strength, speech, the senses, prosperity, and righteousness—leave him. Brahman, sovereignty, kingdom, people, radiance, fame, luster, and wealth—all vanish. Life, form, name, renown, breath, expiration, sight, and hearing—depart. Milk, taste, food, what is eaten, truth, reality, works, gifts, offspring, and cattle—all are lost. All these blessings abandon the one who seizes the cow of Brahman from a Brahmin, even if he conquers the Kshatriya. This cow of Brahman is terrible, poison-mouthed, and manifestly dreadful, wrapped with riverbank grass. All horrors reside in her, and all deaths. Every cruel deed, every act of killing a person, is contained within her. When struck by the slayer of Brahmins—the devourer of the gods—she is cast down by the lord of death. She becomes a stain with a hundred wounds; she is the earth of the Brahmin-slayer. Therefore, one who understands must never violate the cow of the Brahmins. The thunderbolt, running, is kindled by Vaiśvānara. A missile, digging out hooves, waits for the great god. Sharpened like a razor, under watch, it quivers when struck. Fierce death, making a sound, the god, circles around her tail. The all-conquering one, avoiding the ears, shuns the best, royal disease, urinating. The stain, being milked, the head-cutting one, is milked out. The seat, standing up, mutually fighting, is touched. The arrow, pressed at the mouth, the order, being struck. Poisonous, falling down—darkness descends. Following the breaths, she draws near the Brahmin-cow of the Brahmin-slayer. Enmity transforms, inheritance from the grandson is divided. The divine missile, taken away, brings loss of increase. Sin is placed, harshness is killed. Poison is thrown, fever cast down. Evil, destruction, and bad dreams ripen. The earth, uprooted at its roots, is overturned. Without consciousness, her fragrance removed, venomous snakes are lifted out. Loss is carried away, defeat taken away. Śarva, enraged, crushes; flesh is crushed. Nirṛti, the devourer, devours and is devoured. She who devours cuts off worlds—the cow of Brahman, the Brahman-wife, from here and from there. Her killing is accomplished by witchcraft; Menirā’s command binds tightly. She is deprived of her own and abandoned. Agni, becoming flesh-eating, enters and devours the cow of Brahman, the Brahman-wife. Thus, the sacred cow of Brahman, radiant yet terrible, stands as the foundation and fate of worlds, her violation bringing calamity and her protection ensuring order.