1 What force, ye twin servants of God, ye exert, whatever, ye angels, ye tend and heal, this Thy own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts.

2 Now has the seer splendidly thought out the hymn of praise to the twin healers. Let the priest pour the warm offering forth, and the gift very rich in sweets.

3 Ye twain, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way. May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of heaven.

4 When this day we make you speed hither with our hymns, or with our songs of praise, remember Kanva specially.

5 As once Kakshivan and the seer Vyasva, as once Dirghatamas invoked Thy presence, or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Prithi, so be mindful of us here, O Lord.