1 Though, O God, Thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south,

Thou chiefly art with the Anavas and Turvasa, brave Champion urged by men to come.

2 Or, O God, when with Ruma, Rusama, Syavaka, and Krpa Thou rejoicest,

Still do the Kanvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O God, draw Thee hither: come.

3 Even as the wild bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool,

Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas accept our thanks.

4 May the offerings gladden Thee, rich Lord, and obtain bounty for him who gives.

Thou hast accepted what was pressed in the mortar, and hence hast won surpassing might.

5 With mightier strength He conquered strength, with energy He crushed their wrath.

O God, strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent and bowed down to Thee like trees.

6 He who wins promise of Thine aid goes girt as with a thousand mighty men of war.

He makes his son pre-eminent in hero might; he serves with reverential prayer.

7 With Thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we will not fear or feel fatigue.

May we see Turvasa and Yadu: Thy great deed, O Hero, must be glorified.

9 O God, Thy friend is fair of form and rich in horses, cars, and kine.

He evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant joins the company.

10 Come like a thirsty antelope to the drinking-place: accept to Thy heart's desire.

Raining it down, O Bountiful, day after day, Thou gainest Thy surpassing might.

11 Priest, let the gift flow forth, for God accepts it.

He even now hath yoked His vigorous bay steeds: the Slayer of the arrogant hath come near.

12 The man with whom Thou fillest Thee deems himself a pious worshipper.

This Thine appropriate food is here poured out for Thee: come, hasten forward, accept it.

13 Press out the gift, ye priests, for God borne upon His car.

The pressing-stones speak loud of God, while they shed the juice which, offered, honours Him.

14 To the brown juice may His dear vigorous bay steeds bring God, to our holy task.

Hither let Thy car-steeds who seek the worship bring Thee to our offerings.

15 God the Nourisher, Lord of ample wealth, for firm alliance we elect.

May He with wisdom, Mighty One! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to riches and to seed.

16 Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's hands: send riches, Thou who settest free.

Easy to find with Thee are treasures of the dawn for mortal man whom Thou dost speed.

17 O Nourisher, I long to win Thy love, I long to praise Thee, Radiant God.

Excellent Lord, 'tis strange to me, no wish have I to sing the psalm that Pajra sings.

18 My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One.

Be our protector, O Nourisher! be, most liberal Lord, propitious to our gathering strength.

19 Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a hundred steeds at morning rites.

Among the gifts of the Turvasas we thought of him, the opulent, the splendid King.

20 What by his morning songs Kanva, the powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained,

21 The herds of sixty thousand pure and spotless kine, have I, the seer, driven away.

22 The very trees were joyful at my coming: kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty.