In the vast tapestry of existence, the gods hold a single, great lordship—an unbroken sovereignty that threads through all things. Some beings, rooted in the past, do not forsake what comes after; they are born anew among the young, emerging suddenly within. The pregnant ones bear their offspring, while the silent one keeps his counsel, all under the watchful dominion of the gods. Beyond the visible realm, there are those who lie hidden, and here, the two-mothered one moves, bound to his path; the single calf wanders, enacting the ordinances laid down by Mitra and Varuṇa. The Hotar, born of two mothers, advances in the assemblies, sovereign and steadfast, while the base remains unmoved. The lovely ones speak with beauty, echoing the gods’ single lordship. Like a hero who battles at the boundary, the divine sees all that is set before him. He moves within the mind, concealed in the cow, his presence hidden yet powerful. Within the great one, the gray messenger trembles, moving with radiance, bearing many forms and gazing upon us from all directions. Viṣṇu, the guardian, protects the highest path, upholding the beloved, immortal abodes. Agni, the knower of all worlds, stands with them, affirming the gods’ great sovereignty. Diverse twin forms are fashioned—one shines bright, the other is dark; tawny and ruddy, the two sisters embody the gods’ lordship. Where mother and daughter, both cows, yield their milk together, abundance flows. In the seat of truth, they dwell, sustaining all. The cow, having mounted, places her calf in another; by what being was this done? She, swelling with the milk of truth, pours forth her bounty. With her foot, she takes on many forms, standing upright and moving with three supports. In the abode of truth, the wise move, knowing the gods’ single lordship. As if a foot were set within, O wondrous one, between them one is hidden, one is manifest; the path is straight, yet one strays. Let the cows, ever-yielding, milk for us—abundant, unwearied, never failing. Ever new, ever young, they renew themselves, under the gods’ great dominion. When the bull bellows among others, he places his seed in another herd; he is the lord of the nights, the dispenser, the king. Let us proclaim the heroic nobility, the wealth of horses among the people, the wisdom known by the gods. Sixteen yoked, five by five, draw the chariot of bounty, all under the single lordship. Tvaṣṭṛ and Savitṛ, of manifold forms, nourish the creatures, generating them in countless ways; all these worlds belong to them. The great earth, even and well-ordered, and the broad sky, both are established by the gods’ wealth. The heroic one, seeking riches, is heard. This earth, all-supporting, abides for us like a king, a friend to all; like heroes sitting in the courtyard, sheltered and secure. The plants, the waters, the earth—all bear wealth for Indra. May we be his friends, sharing in his gifts, under the gods’ great lordship. Neither the cunning nor the wise diminish the first, steadfast ordinances of the gods. The two worlds, unbetraying, with their known boundaries, and the mountains, standing firm, remain unchanged. Six bearers, one moves alone, upholding the highest order; the cows have come near. Three great ones stand above, steadfast; two are hidden in secret, one is seen. The bull, with threefold birth and manifold forms, rules with threefold nature, rich in offspring. Three-faced, mighty, he is the eternal seed-holder. Awakening to their paths, the beautiful name of the Ādityas is invoked. Even the divine waters delight in him, moving separately, yet all surrounding him. Three abodes, three rivers, three wise ones, and three mothers reign in the assemblies; three righteous maidens, three from heaven, all ruling in the assembly. Thrice from heaven, Savitṛ brings blessings; day by day, he brings threefold light. Bhaga, Protector, Dhīṣaṇā grant wealth in three measures for our attainment. Thrice from heaven, Savitṛ, with his strength, and Mitra and Varuṇa with fair hands, bestow treasures. Even the waters and both worlds seek the treasure inspired by Savitṛ. Three highest shining realms, three heroes rule the mighty lord—righteous, powerful, hard to overcome. Thrice from heaven, may the gods be present in the assembly. The wise have discerned the wandering cow, unguarded, yielding abundant milk at once. Indra, Agni, and the seekers have obtained this bounty. Indra and Pūṣan, mighty and skillful, have milked her, delighting in the sky. When all the gods strove within her, O Vasus, may we find favor. The wives of the bull desire his power, honoring him, knowing the embryo within. The cows, longing for their calf, move about, bearing wondrous forms. To both worlds, well-joined, the hymn is spoken, with the stone yoked in the rite, with insight. These rise up for Manu, splendid and worthy of worship. Agni’s tongue, sweet and wise, is renowned among the gods, far-reaching. With it, he brings all those worthy of worship to help, letting them drink the sweet offerings. Agni’s streams, like those of a mountain, flow forth and nourish, wondrous god. Grant us your favor and universal goodwill, O Jātavedas. The cow of ancient desire gives milk, and within, the son moves toward the right. She carries brightness to the shining one; the Ashvins are praised at dawn. With well-yoked horses, she brings nectar; offerings rise upward like wisdom to a father. May you drive away the thoughts of the greedy; our prayers turn to you, approaching from near. With well-yoked horses and a well-built chariot, O wondrous ones, listen to this hymn. What is your returning journey, O Ashvins, which the ancient sages have spoken of? May you consider and come, for all people call upon you. These sweet gifts, like those of friends, Mitras have given first in the beginning. Across many realms, O Ashvins, your call resounds; your praises are heard among the generous. Come by divine paths, O wondrous ones; here are your stores of honey. Your ancient dwelling, your auspicious friendship, your wealth in the waters of Jahnu—renewing auspicious friendships, let us rejoice together with honey, now united. O Ashvins, with the wind, you are youthful and skillful, accompanied by attendants, united and young. O Nasatyas, accept the day’s offering, drink the Soma, unstinting and generous. Your many gifts go forth, surrounded by words, striving, unfailing. Your chariot, born of nectar and driven by the stone, swiftly traverses heaven and earth. Thus, the story unfolds, celebrating the great, single lordship of the gods—manifest in all forms, in all paths, in all gifts, and in the abiding truth that sustains the worlds.