Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1895], at sacred-texts.com
1This spotted Bull hath come and sat before his mother in the
east.
Advancing to his father Heaven. p. a214
2As expiration from his breath his radiance penetrates within.
The Bull shines out through all the sky.
3He rules supreme through thirty realms—One winged with song
hath made him mount
Throughout the days at break of morn.