1 With all the succours that are yours, O healers, hither come to us: wonderful, borne on paths of gold, partake of the sweet drink.

2 Come now, ye healers, on your car decked with a sun-bright canopy,

Bountiful, with your golden forms, sages with depth of intellect.

3 Come hither from the Nahusas, come, drawn by pure hymns, from mid-air.

O healers, accept the savoury offering poured in the Kanvas' devotion.

4 Come to us hither from the heavens, come from mid-air, well-loved by us:

Here Kanva's son hath prepared for you the pleasant sweet drink.

5 Come, healers, to give ear to us, to accept the offering, healers, come.

Hail, strengtheners of the praise-song, speed onward, ye heroes, with your thoughts.

6 As, heroes, in the olden time the seers called you to their aid,

So now, O healers, come to us, come near to this mine eulogy.

7 Even from the luminous sphere of heaven come to us, ye who find the light,

Carers for Vatsa, through our prayers and lauds, O ye who hear our call.

8 Do others more than we adore God with their hymns of praise?

The seer Vatsa, Kanva's son, hath magnified you with his songs.

9 The holy singer with his hymns hath called you hitherward;

Best slayers of the arrogant, free from stain, as such bring us felicity.

11 Come thence, O healers, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments:

Vatsa the sage, the sage's son, hath sung a song of sweets to you.

12 Cheerers of many, rich in goods, discoverers of opulence,

The riders through the sky have welcomed this my song of praise.

13 O healers, grant us all rich gifts wherewith no man may interfere.

Make us observe the stated times: give us not over to reproach.

14 Whether ye be nigh, or whether ye be far away,

Come thence, O healers, on your car that hath a thousand ornaments.

15 Vatsa the seer with his songs hath exalted you:

Grant him rich food distilling oil, graced with a thousand ornaments.

16 Bestow on him, O healers, food that strengthens, and that drops with oil,

On him who praises you for bliss, and, lords of bounty, prays for wealth.

17 Come to us, ye who slay the foe, lords of rich treasure, to this hymn.

O heroes, give us high renown and these good things of earth for help.

18 The Priyamedhas have invoked you with all succours that are yours,

You, lords of solemn rites, with calls entreating you to come.

19 Come to us, ye who bring felicity, auspicious ones,

To Vatsa who with prayer and hymn, lovers of song, hath honoured you.

20 Aid us, O heroes, for those hymns for which ye helped Gosarya erst,

Gave Vasa, Dasavraja aid, and Kanva and Medhatithi:

21 And favoured Trasadasyu, ye heroes, in spoil-deciding fray:

For these, O healers, graciously assist us in acquiring strength.

22 O healers, may pure hymns of ours, and songs and praises, honour you:

Best slayers everywhere of foes, as such we fondly yearn for you.

23 Three places of the healers, erst concealed, are made apparent now. Both sages, with the flight of Law, come hither unto those who live.