NE’ER does the man regret, who seeks profit by bringing his gift to the far-reaching Viṣṇu. He who worships him with all his heart wins such a great benefactor.
Thou, Viṣṇu, steadfast in thy ways, gave goodwill to all men, and a hymn that endures, That thou mightst make us prosperous, rich with horses and wealth of splendid abundance.
This God strode three times in all his glory across this bright earth, adorned with a hundred splendors. Foremost be Viṣṇu, mightier than the mightiest: for his name is glorious, one who lives forever.
Across this earth with mighty stride strode Viṣṇu, ready to give it as a home to Manu. In him the humble trust for safety; he, noble-born, has made them spacious dwellings.
Today I praise this name, O gipivista, I, skilled in rules, the name of thee the Noble. Yes, I, the poor and weak, praise thee the Mighty who dwell beyond this region.
What was there to blame in thee, O Viṣṇu, when thou saidst, "I am Sipivista"? Do not hide this form from us, nor keep it secret, since thou worest another shape in battle.
O Viṣṇu, let my lips cry Vaṣaṭ! Let this offering, Sipivista, please thee. May these my songs of praise exalt thee. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.