1 Come, radiant healers, with your noble horses: accept your servant's hymns, ye Wonder-Workers:

Enjoy the offerings which we bring to greet you.

2 The gladdening gifts stand prepared before you: come quickly and partake of mine offering.

Pass by the calling of our foe and bear us.

3 Your chariot with a hundred aids, O healers, beareth you swift as thought across the regions,

Speeding to us, O ye whose wealth is the sun.

4 What time this stone of yours, the adorer of God, upraised, sounds forth for you as presser,

Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through offerings.

5 The nourishment ye have is, truly, wondrous: ye gave thereof a quickening store to Atri,

Who being dear to you, receives your favour.

6 That gift, which all may gain, ye gave Cyavana, when he grew old, who offered you gifts,

When ye bestowed on him enduring beauty.

7 What time his wicked friends abandoned Bhujyu, O healers, in the middle of the ocean,

Your horse delivered him, your faithful servant.

8 Ye lent your aid to Vrka when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Sayu's calling.

Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, healers, strengthened with your strength the barren.

9 With his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning.

May the cow nourish him with milk to feed him. Preserve us evermore with blessings.