In the beginning, the divine powers—Indra in his form, Agni as the sacred carrier, Prajapati the supreme, and Virāj—entered the universal fire. They merged into Vaiśvānara, the all-encompassing flame, and into the Anaḍuha, the cosmic cow. Through this union, they established and upheld the very order of existence. At the heart of the Anaḍuha lies a central place, the very middle where the carrier of offerings is positioned. This sacred space stretches as far to the east as it does to the west, balanced and enduring. The one who understands the seven milking places of the Anaḍuha, following their proper sequence, gains both progeny and the world itself, just as the seven ancient seers once did. With effort, the seers pressed with their feet and dug with their shanks to draw forth nourishment. Through toil, both the Anaḍuha and the ploughman approach the essence of life. There are twelve nights known as the vow of Prajapati; whoever comprehends the Brahman that dwells there truly understands the vow of the Anaḍuha. The cosmic cow is milked in the evening, in the morning, and again at midday, all around. Only the one who knows the proper times of milking, in their due order, truly knows this mystery. Moving from cosmic order to healing, the hymn turns to the Healer—one who mends what is broken and restores what is cut. Let the undeceiving power bring true healing. Whatever in you is injured, shattered, or crushed, may the Creator, with auspicious fortune, reunite and bind each part together anew. Let marrow join with marrow, joint with joint, and let what has fallen from your flesh and bone grow once more. May skin be joined to skin, bone to blood, flesh to flesh. May hair be arranged with hair, skin fitted with skin, and bone grow with blood. O healing herb, unite what is cut. Rise up, go forth, and move ahead—the chariot is well-wheeled, well-yoked, and well-centered; stand upright. If the chariot has fallen from its axle and broken, or if a stone has struck and smashed it, let the Ribhus, divine craftsmen, unite each joint as they would the parts of a chariot. The gods themselves have set down and raised up again; they have made whole and revived that which was broken. Two winds, O Wind, come from the distant shore of the river—let one bring skill and the other drive away harm. O Wind, bring healing and cast away what is harmful, for you are the universal healer, the messenger of the gods. May the gods, the Maruts, and all beings protect this man, so that he may be free from harm. I come to you with blessings and means of safety, bringing strength and driving away disease. My hand is blessed, even more blessed, for it is the universal healer, the auspicious touch. With both hands, ten-fingered, with the tongue that leads speech, and with hands that bring health, we touch you for healing. Once, from the heat of Agni, the unborn one was born. He beheld his own begetter at the very beginning. With him, the gods first attained their divinity, and with him the pure ones grew strong. Advance, O seeker, with Agni to the highest heaven, bearing the leaders in your hands. Touch the summit of heaven and go together with the gods. From the surface of the earth, I ascended to the midspace; from the midspace, I ascended to heaven; from the summit of heaven, I reached the radiant world. Those who seek heaven do not look back; the wise ones who have spread the all-supporting sacrifice ascend to the two worlds. Agni, go forth—first among gods, the eye of gods and men. Let those who worship, united with the Bhrigus, attain heaven and prosper. I have consumed the unborn with milk and ghee—divine, great-winged, and abundant. With this offering, we shall reach the world of the righteous, ascending to the highest heaven. Lift the fivefold rice with five fingers and the ladle; place the head of the unborn in the east, the right side in the south. Place the ashes in the west, the left side in the north; place the back upwards, the foundation in its fixed place, and the middle in the center of the midspace. Pour the cooked unborn with clarified butter, cover it with skin, complete with all its limbs and forms. Let him rise up to the highest heaven, standing firm in all four directions with his feet. Let the regions of the sky arise, and let the cloud-bearing winds go forth. Let the mighty, roaring, cloud-born waters satisfy the earth. Let the powerful and generous ones look with favor; let the juices of the waters unite with the plants. Let the showers of rain make the earth great, and let all forms of plants be born. Look favorably, O singer, upon the heavens. Let the swift currents of water arise separately; let the showers of rain make the earth great, and let herbs of all forms be born anew. Let the Maruts sing forth, resounding with the thunder of rain, each in their own way; let the streams pour down upon the earth. O Maruts, raise up the waters from the ocean; let the mighty sun ascend the sky. Let the waters, driven by the bellowing of the great bull, satisfy the earth. Cry out, thunder, shake the ocean and the earth; let the rain you create come in abundance, for both the lean and the stout, in its proper season. May the generous ones, the wells, and the deep pools protect you all; let the clouds, driven by the Maruts, rain upon the earth. Let hope shine forth; let winds blow from every direction; let the clouds, gathered by the Maruts, unite over the earth. Let waters, lightning, clouds, and rain protect you all; let the generous ones, the wells, and the deep pools, and let the clouds fill the earth. Agni, united with the waters and lord of plants, may Jātavedas grant us rain, breath, and immortality for our offspring from the sky. Prajāpati, moving the waters from the ocean, stirs the sea. Let the seed of the mighty stallion swell forth, and let the thunderer make it rain with this abundance.