1 Solicit with your hymns, for aid, God the Radiant with piercing flame, for riches famous, Purumilha, and ye men, to light our dwelling well.

2 Come hither with Thy light: we choose Thee as our priest. Let the extended ladle full of oil rejoice Thee, best of priests, to sit on the sacred grass.

3 For unto Thee, O Angiras, O Son of Strength, move ladles in the sacrifice. To God, Child of Force, whose locks drop oil, we seek, foremost in sacrificial rites.