1 Hitherward have I called to-day, for succour, that most wondrous car which ye ascended, healers, ye whose paths are red, swift to give ear, for the sun's sake.

2 Car ever young, much longed-for, easily invoked, soon guided, first in deeds of might,

Which waits and serves, O Sobhari, with benevolence, without a rival or a foe.

3 These two angels with our homage, these two omnipresent servants of God

Hitherward will we bring for kind help, these who seek the dwelling of the worshipper.

4 One of your chariot wheels is moving swiftly round, one speeds for you its onward course.

Like a milch-cow, O lords of splendour, and with haste let your benevolence come to us.

5 That chariot of Thine which hath a triple seat and reins of gold,

The famous car that traverseth the heaven and earth, thereon, O God the Healer and Helper, come to us.

6 Thou, when favouring Manu with Thy help, didst cause the first harvest to grow from the sky.

As such will we exalt Thee, Lord of splendour, now, O God, with our prayer and praise.

7 Come to us, Lord of ample wealth, by paths of everlasting Law,

Whereby to high dominion Thou with mighty strength didst raise Trksi, Trasadasyu's son.

8 This Soma pressed with stones is Thy provision, O Lord of plenteous wealth.

We offer it for Thy sake and share it in the worshipper's abode.

9 O Lord of plenteous wealth, grant us the golden seat of blessing,

And bring to us abundant food.

10 The aids wherewith Thou didst help Paktha and Adhrigu, and Babhru severed from his friends,-

With those, O Lord, come to us with speed and soon, and heal whatever is diseased.

11 When we continually invoke Thee, the Resistless, at this time of day,

We lovers of the song, with songs.

12 Through these, O Mighty One, hear my call which brings all blessings, wears all forms,-

Through which, All-present Hero, lavishest of food, Thou didst strengthen Krvi, hear us through these.

13 I speak to Thee as such, to Thee whom I reverence at this time of day:

With homage we entreat Thee.

14 Thou who art Lord of splendour, Thou whose paths are red, at eve, at morn, at worship,

Give us not utterly as prey to mortal foe, O Healer, Lord of ample wealth.

15 For bliss I call, the blissful help; at morn I call the Inseparable Helper,

Like Sobhari our sire.

16 Rapid as thought, and strong, and speeding to the joy, bringing Thy swiftly-coming help,

Be to us a protection even from far away, Lord of great wealth, with many aids.

17 Come, Worker of wonders, to our home, our home, O Lord, rich in cattle, steeds, and gold,

Bestower of the Soma's juice.

18 Choice-worthy strength, heroic, firm and excellent, uninjured by the evil foe,

At Thy coming nigh, O Lord of ample wealth and all good things, may we obtain.