1 Let Your best-bearing car that must be lauded, ne'er injured, bring You strength and skill.

Fill You, fair-helmeted! with mighty provision, thrice-mixed, at our thanksgiving to delight You.

2 You who behold the light of heaven, give our rich patrons unmolested riches.

Accept, heavenly-natured, at our worship, and give us bounties for the hymns we sing You.

3 For Thou, O Bounteous One, art used to giving, at parting treasure whether small or ample.

Filled full are both Thine arms with great possessions: Thy goodness keeps Thee not from granting riches.

4 O God, high-famed, as strength and skill, Thou goest working, singing to the dwelling.

Lord of Bay Steeds, this day may we Vasisthas offer our prayers to Thee and bring our gifts.

5 Thou winnest swift advancement for Thy servant, through hymns, Lord of Bay Steeds, which Thou hast favoured.

For Thee with friendly succour have we battled, and when, O God, wilt Thou grant us riches?

6 To us Thy priests a home, as 'twere, Thou givest: when, O God, wilt Thou recognize our praises?

May Thy strong Steed, through our ancestral worship, bring food and wealth with heroes to our dwelling.

7 Though misfortune reigneth round him, autumns with food in plenty come to the righteous. With three close friends to length of days he cometh, he whom men let not rest at home in quiet.

8 Promise us gifts, O God the Light-giver: may riches come unto us in the mountain's full bounty. May the Celestial Guardian still attend us. Preserve us evermore with blessings.