1 We invoke this day your car, far-spreading, O servants of God, even the gathering of the sunlight, car praised in hymns, most ample, rich in treasure, fitted with seats, the car that bears the sunlight.

2 Ye gained that glory by your angelic nature, ye servants of Heaven's Lord, by the might and power He gave. Food follows close upon your bright appearing when stately horses in your chariot draw you.

3 Who brings you to-day for help with offered gifts, or with hymns to receive the offerings? Who, for the sacrifice's ancient lover, turns you hither, offering homage?

4 Borne on your golden car, ye omnipresent, come to this sacrifice of ours. Accept the pleasant gift of the offering: give riches to the people who adore God.

5 Come hitherward to us from earth, from heaven, borne on your golden chariot rolling lightly. Suffer not other worshippers to stay you: here are ye bound by earlier bonds of friendship.

6 Now for us both, mete out, O Wonder-Workers, riches exceeding great with store of heroes, because the men have sent you praise, and the Ajamilhas come to the laudation.

7 Whenever I gratified you here together, your grace was given us, O ye rich in booty. Protect, ye twain, the singer of your praises: to you is my wish directed.

8 Sweet be the plants for us, the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be the air's mid-region! May the Lord of the field be for us full of sweetness, and may we follow after Him uninjured.

9 That work of yours deserves our wonder, the Bull of firmament and earth and heaven; yea, and your thousand promises in battle. Come near to all these men and be beside us.