Maghavan, graciously listen to our songs, do not neglect us.
As you made us joyful, Indra, now yoke your two bay horses.
They have eaten and rejoiced; the friends have risen and gone. The wise ones, radiant within, praised you with their final hymn. Now, Indra, yoke your two bay horses.
Maghavan, we will honor you, so fair to behold. Praised as we wish, come now with a richly laden chariot. Now, Indra, yoke your two bay horses.
He will indeed ascend the powerful chariot that seeks the cows, Who thinks of the well-filled bowl, the one who harnesses the tawny steeds. Now, Indra, yoke your two bay horses.
May the Lord of a Hundred Powers harness your steeds on the right and left. With rapture at the juice, draw near to your beloved spouse. Now, Indra, yoke your two bay horses.
With holy prayer, I yoke your long-hoofed pair of bays: come hitherward; You hold them in both your hands. The libations poured, you have rejoiced with Pūṣa and your spouse.