1 Offer to the Radiant One, O my friends, your seemly food, your seemly praise; to Him supremest o'er the folk, the Son of Strength, the mighty Lord:

2 Him in whose presence, when they meet in full assembly, men rejoice; even Him whom worthy ones inflame, and living creatures bring to life.

3 When we present to Him the food and gifts of men, He by the might of splendour grasps the holy Ordinance's rein.

4 He gives a signal in the night even to him who is afar, when He, the Bright, unchanged by eld, consumes the sovereigns of the wood.

5 He in whose service on the ways they offer up their drops of sweat, on Him in their high kin have they mounted, as ridges on the earth.

6 Whom, sought of many, mortal man hath found to be the Stay of all; He who gives flavour to our food, the home of every man that lives.

7 Even as a herd that crops the grass He shears the field and wilderness, with flashing flames of gold, deft with His unabated might.

8 For him to whom, bright as an axe, He hath flashed forth, as to Atri, the well-bearing earth brings forth her produce when her time is come.

9 O God, to whom the oil is shed by him Thou lovest to support, bestow upon these mortals fame and splendour and intelligence.

10 Such zeal hath He, resistless One: he gained the cattle given by Thee. O God, may Atri overcome the enemies who bestow no gifts, subdue the men who give no food.