Mantrabrahmana 2.8

The worthy abode of sons,
she became a milch-cow with Yama;
abounding in milk, may she milk for us
year after year!

Here I step upon this footstool-Virāj
for the eating of food.

The plants whose queen is Soma,
many, hundred-eyed—
may they, flawless, grant shelter
to me on this seat.

The plants whose queen is Soma,
spread along the earth—
may they, flawless, grant shelter
to me on this seat.

Whence I look upon the divine Waters,
thence let success come to me!

I wash my left foot;
I establish prosperity in this realm.

I wash my right foot;
I introduce prosperity into this realm.

First the one, then the other, I wash both feet,
for the prosperity of the realm, for the securing of safety.

You are the ruler of food;
may I become a ruler!

You are glory; place glory in me!

You are the glory of glory!

You are the portion of glory;
you are the portion of greatness;
you are the portion of prosperity;
place prosperity in me! Svāhā!

Release the cow from the noose, O Varuṇa;
bind the one who hates me;
slay him and of that other, of both;
release the cow; let it eat grass, let it drink water!

Mother of the Rudras, daughter of the Vasus,
sister of the Ādityas, navel of immortality—
I now proclaim to the discerning person:
Do not kill the sinless cow, Aditi!
(Om, let it go free!)