br̥hánn achāyó apalāśó árvā tasthaú mātā́ víṣito atti gárbhaḥ |
anyásyā vatsáṃ rihatī́ mimāya káyā bhuvā́ ní dadhe dhenúr ū́dhaḥ ||
14 High, leafless, shadowless, and swift is Heaven: the Mother stands, the Youngling, loosed, is feeding. Loud hath she lowed, licking Another's offspring. In what world hath the Cow laid down her udder?