1 These who wear hair-knots on the right, the movers of holy thought, white-robed, have won me over.

I warned the men, when from the grass I raised me: Not from afar can my Vasisthas help you.

2 With devotion they brought the Mighty One near from a distance, over Vaisanta, from the strong offering.

God preferred the Vasisthas to the gift pressed by the son of Vayata, Pasadyumna.

3 So, verily, with these he crossed the river, in company with these he slaughtered Bheda.

So in the fight with the Ten Kings, Vasisthas! did God help Sudas through your devotions.

4 I gladly, men! with prayer prayed by our fathers have fixed your axle: ye shall not be injured:

Since, when ye sang aloud the Sakvari verses, Vasisthas! ye invigorated the fighters.

5 Like thirsty men they looked to heaven, in battle with the Ten Kings, surrounded and imploring.

Then God heard Vasistha as he praised Him, and gave the Trtsus ample room and freedom.

6 Like sticks and staves wherewith they drive the cattle, stripped bare, the Bharatas were found defenceless:

Vasistha then became their chief and leader: then widely were the Trtsus' clans extended.

7 Three fertilize the worlds with genial moisture: three noble creatures cast a light before them.

Three that give warmth to all attend the morning. All these have they discovered, these Vasisthas.

8 Like the sun's growing glory is their splendour, and like the sea's is their unfathomed greatness.

Their course is like the wind's. Your laud, Vasisthas, can never be attained by any other.

14 He brings the bearer of the laud and the chant: first shall he speak bringing the stone for pressing.

With grateful hearts in reverence approach him: to you, O Pratrdas, Vasistha cometh.