1 A home is made for Thee to dwell in, O God: O Much-invoked, go thither with the heroes. That Thou, to prosper us, mayst be our Helper, vouchsafe us wealth, rejoice with Thy provision.

2 O God, Thy wish, twice-strong, is comprehended: pressed is the juice, poured are pleasant draughts. This hymn of praise, from loosened tongue, made perfect, draws Thee to itself with loud invoking.

3 Come, Thou Impetuous; God, from earth or heaven; come to our holy grass. Hither to me let Thy Bay Horses bring Thee to listen to our hymns and make Thee joyful.

4 Come unto us with all Thine aids, accordant, Lord of Bay Steeds, accepting our devotions, Fair-helmeted, o'ercoming with the mighty, and lending us the strength of bulls, O God.

5 As to the chariot pole a vigorous courser, this laud is brought to the great strong Upholder. This hymn solicits wealth of Thee: in heaven, as 'twere above the sky, set Thou our glory.

6 With precious things, O God, thus content us: may we attain to Thine exalted favour. Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore with blessings.