We offer you the pure juice, rich in mead, by the priest: driven by desire for the Two Heroes. Drive, Vāyu, bring your harnessed horses here: drink the pressed Soma until it makes you joyful.
Whoever offers you, the mighty one, pure Soma, pure-drinking Vāyu, Make that man famous among mortals: to him, sons come quickly, strong and numerous.
The God whom both these worlds brought forth for wealth, whom Heavenly Dhiṣaṇā appoints for our prosperity, His team of harnessed horses waits for Vāyu, and foremost, for the Radiant Treasure-bearer.
The spotless Dawns broke the fair bright days; they found the vast light when they shone. Eagerly they revealed the cattle stall; floods flowed for them as in olden times.
With their truthful spirit, shining brightly, they move ahead with their innate understanding. Food attends the chariot bearing Heroes, your chariot, Sovereign Pair, Indra and Vāyu.
May those who give us heavenly light, these rulers, with gifts of cows and horses, gold and treasures. These princes, through full life, Indra and Vāyu! Overcome in battle with their steeds and heroes.
Like couriers seeking fame, we Vasisthas, O Indra-Vāyu, with our fine praises. With all our might, call upon you to help us. Preserve us evermore, Gods, with blessings.