háriḥ sr̥jānáḥ pathíyām r̥tásya íyarti vā́cam aritéva nā́vam |
devó devā́nāṃ gúhiyāni nā́ma āvíṣ kr̥ṇoti barhíṣi pravā́ce ||
2 As one who rows drives on his boat, he, Gold-hued, sends forth his voice, loosed on the path of Order. As God, the secret names of Gods he utters, to be declared on sacred grass more widely.