1 Let the scholars and the elders come forward, and let the roar of cloudy heaven surround us.

Loud low the milch-kine swimming in the waters: set be the stones that grace our holy service.

2 Fair, O God, is Thy long-known path to travel: yoke for the offering Thy bay, Thy ruddy horses,

Or red steeds, hero-bearing, for the chamber. Seated, I call the generations of the righteous.

3 They glorify Your worship with devotion, yet the glad priest near them is left unequalled.

Bring the righteous hither, Thou of many aspects: turn hitherward devotion, the Holy.

4 What time the Guest hath made himself apparent, at ease reclining in the rich man's dwelling,

The Radiant, well-pleased, well-placed within the chamber gives to a house like this wealth worth the choosing.

5 Accept this worship of ours, O God; glorify it with the Mighty and the angels.

Here on our grass let night and dawn be seated: bring longing All-Seeing and Friend hither.

6 Thus hath Vasistha praised the Victorious, yearning for wealth that giveth all subsistence.

May He bestow on us food, strength, and riches. Preserve us evermore with blessings.