THE EARTH AND SKY SHOOK AT HIS POWER AND VOICE, WHO LOVED AND HOLY WAS, Helper of All Mankind, The Wise Who Longed For Spoil In Battle For Cows Brought Forth With Might, A Friend Amid Waters, At The Sacrifice.
Like Friends They Have Done This Work For You, These Prompt Servants Of Purumīlha Soma-Offerer, Grant Mental Power To Him Who Sings The Sacred Song, And Hearken, Strong Ones, To The Master Of The House.
The Folk Have Glorified Your Birth From Earth And Sky, To Be Exalted, Ye Strong Ones, For Your Mighty Power. Ye, When Ye Bring To Singer And The Rite, Enjoy The Sacrifice Performed With Holy Praise And Strength.
The People Prosper, Asuras! Whom Ye Dearly Love: Ye, Righteous Ones, Proclaim Aloud The Holy Law. That Efficacious Power That Comes From High Heaven, Ye Bind Unto The Work, As To The Pole An Ox.
On This Great Earth Ye Send Your Treasure Down With Might: Unstained By Dust, The Crowding Kine Are In The Stalls. Here In The Neighbourhood They Cry Unto The Sun At Morning And Evening, Like Swift Birds Of Prey.
The Flames With Curling Tresses Serve Your Sacrifice, Whereto Ye Sing The Song, Mitra And Varuṇa. Send Down Of Your Free Will, Prosper Our Holy Songs: Ye Are Sole Masters Of The Singer’s Hymn Of Praise.
Whoso With Sacrifices Toiling Brings You Gifts, And Worships, Sage And Priest, Fulfilling Your Desire— To Him Do Ye Draw Nigh And Taste His Sacrifice. Come Well-Inclined To Us Unto Our Songs And Prayer.
With Sacrifices And With Milk They Deck You First, Ye Righteous Ones, As If Through Stirrings Of The Mind. To You They Bring Their Hymns With Their Collected Thought, While Ye With Earnest Soul Come To Us Gloriously.
Rich Strength Of Life Is Yours: Ye, Heroes, Have Obtained Through Your Surpassing Powers Rich Far-Extending Might. Not The Past Days Conjoined With Nights, Not Rivers, Not The Paṇis Have Attained Your Godhead And Your Wealth.