1 Here is the gift prepared; O Bountiful, accept till Thou art full: Undaunted God, we give it Thee.

2 Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,

'Tis like a courser bathed in stream.

3 This juice have we made sweet for Thee like barley, blending it with milk.

O God, I call Thee to our feast.

4 Beloved of all, God alone accepts the flowing gift

Among the righteous and mortal men.

5 The Friend, whom not the brilliant-hued, the badly-mixed or bitter draught

Repels, the far-extending God;

6 While other men than we with milk chase Him as hunters chase a deer,

And with their kine inveigle Him.

7 For Him, for God, be prepared three draughts of the gift

In the giver's own abode.

8 Three reservoirs exude their drops, filled are three beakers to the brim,

All for one offering to God.

9 Pure art thou, set in many a place, and blended in the midst with milk

And curd, to cheer the Hero best.

10 Here, O God, are Thy gifts prepared by us, the strong, the pure:

They crave admixture of the milk.

11 O God, pour in milk, prepare the cake, and mix the draught.

I hear them say that Thou art rich.

13 Rich be the praiser of one rich, munificent and famed like Thee:

High rank be his, O Lord of Bays.

14 Foe of the man who adds no milk, He heeds not any chanted hymn

Or holy psalm that may be sung.

15 Give us not, O God, as a prey unto the scornful or the proud:

Help, Mighty One, with power and might.

16 This, even this, O God, we implore, as Thy devoted friends,

The Kanvas praise Thee with their hymns.

17 Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer's eulogy:

On Thy glory only have I thought.

18 The righteous seek him who gives thanks; they desire not sleep.

They punish sloth unweariedly.

19 Come hither swift with gifts of wealth, be not Thou angry with us, like

A great man with a youthful bride.

20 Let Him not, wrathful with us, spend the evening far from us to-day,

Like some unpleasant son-in-law.

21 For well we know this Hero's love, most liberal of the boons He gives,

His plans whom the three worlds display.

22 Pour forth the gift which Kanvas bring, for none more glorious do we know

Than the Strong Lord with countless aids.

23 O giver, offer first to God, Hero, Mighty,

The Friend of man, that He may accept;

24 Who, in untroubled ways, is best provider for His worshippers

Of strength in horses and in kine.

25 Givers, for Him prepare the gift, each draught most excellent, for Him

The Brave, the Hero, for His joy.

26 The Slayer of the arrogant accepts the gift. May He who gives a hundred aids

Approach, nor stay afar from us.

27 May the strong bay steeds, yoked by prayer, bring hither unto us our Friend,

Lover of Song, renowned by songs.

28 Sweet are the gifts, come! Blended are the gifts, come!

Seer-like, mighty, fair of cheek, come hither quickly to the feast.

29 And lauds which strengthen Thee for great bounty and valour, and exalt

God who doeth glorious deeds,

30 And songs to Thee who lovest song, and all those hymns addressed to Thee,

These evermore confirm Thy might.

31 Thus He, sole doer of great deeds whose hand holds thunder, gives us strength,

He who hath never been subdued.

32 The arrogant He slays with His right hand, even God, great with mighty power,

And much-invoked in many a place.

33 He upon whom all men depend, all regions, all achievements, He

Takes pleasure in our wealthy chiefs.

34 All this hath He accomplished, yea, the most gloriously renowned,

Who gives our wealthy princes strength.

35 Who drives His chariot seeking spoil, from afar, to him He loves:

For swift is He to bring men wealth.

36 The Sage who, winning spoil with steeds, slays the arrogant, Hero with the men,

His servant's faithful succourer.

37 O Priyamedhas, worship with collected mind this God whom

The gift hath full well inspired.

38 Ye Kanvas, sing the Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, who loves renown,

All-present, glorified by song.

39 Strong Friend, who, with no trace of feet, restores the cattle to the men,

Who rest their wish and hope on Him.

41 O Lord of power, Thou hast helped this man, giving him thousands four times ten,

And afterward eight thousand more.