For the celestial race, this song of praise that showers wealth generously, Was crafted by singers with their lips.
Those who, with their minds, created horses harnessed by a word, Attained by deeds to sacrifice.
They fashioned a swift chariot for the two Nāsatyas, moving everywhere, And made a nectar-giving cow.
The Rbhus, with potent prayers, honest and hardworking, restored Their Father and Mother to youth.
Together came your cheering drops, surrounded by Indra and Maruts, With the Ādityas and the Kings.
Newly wrought by God Tvaṣṭar’s hand, four ladles did you make—
Grant us wealth, to him who pours three times seven libations, indeed, Give wealth, pleased with our praises.
As devout priests they held, through pious acts they earned a share, In sacrifice with the gods.