HERE is your ancestral lineage, here, O Men: they came desirous to these holy rites with a bounty of wealth, With wondrous arts, whereby, with clever plans to meet each need, You gained, Sudhanvan's Sons! your place in sacrifice.
The mighty powers with which you fashioned the chalices, the thought by which you drew the cow from the hide, The intellect with which you wrought the two Bay Steeds—through these, O Rbhus, you achieved divinity.
Friendship with Indra have the Rbhus, fully gained: grandsons of Manu, they skillfully urged the work. Sudhanvan’s Children won them everlasting life, serving with holy rites, pious with noble acts.
In company with Indra come you to the juice, then gloriously will your wishes be fulfilled. Not to be surpassed, you Priests, are your good deeds, nor your heroic acts, Rbhus, Sudhanvan’s Sons.
O Indra, with the Rbhus, Mighty Ones, pour down the Soma juice blended, well-blended, from both your hands. Maghalan, urged by song, in the drink-offerer’s house rejoice thee with the Heroes, with Sudhanvan’s Sons.
With Rbhū near, and Vāja, Indra, here exult, with Saci, praised of many, in the juice we pour. These homes wherein we dwell have turned themselves to thee—devotions to the Gods, as laws of men ordain.
Come with the mighty Rbhus, Indra, come to us, strengthening with your help the singer’s holy praise; At hundred eager calls come to the living man, with thousand arts attend the act of sacrifice.