1 Accept the offering, O Lord, and let it cheer Thee: the stone, like a well-guided courser, directed by the presser's arms, has pressed it.

2 So let the draught of joy, Thy dear companion, by which, O Lord, Thou slayest foemen, delight Thee, O God, Lord of princely treasures.

3 Mark closely, O Bountiful One, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasishtha: accept the prayers I offer at Thy banquet.