1 Come hither, O Lord, with Thy Bays, come Thou to Kanva's eulogy. Ye by command of yonder Lord of heaven, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

2 May the stone draw Thee as it speaks, the Soma-stone with ringing voice.

Ye by command of yonder Lord of heaven, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

3 The stones' rim shakes the Soma here like a wolf worrying a sheep.

Ye by command of yonder Lord of heaven, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

4 The Kanvas call Thee hitherward for succour and to win the spoil.

Ye by command of yonder Lord of heaven, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

5 I set for Thee, as for the Strong, the first draught of the juices shed.

6 Come with abundant blessings, come with perfect care to succour us.

7 Come, Lord of lofty thought, who hast infinite wealth and countless aids.

8 Adorable among the angels, the Priest good to mankind shall bring Thee near.

9 As wings the falcon, so Thy Bays rushing in joy shall carry Thee.

10 Come from the enemy to us, to our offering and the Soma gift.

11 Come hither with Thy car inclined to hear, take pleasure in our lauds.

12 Lord of well-nourished Horses, come with well-fed Steeds alike in hue.

13 Come hither from the mountains, come from regions of the sea of air.

14 Disclose to us O Hero, wealth in thousands both of kine and steeds.

15 Bring riches hitherward to us in hundreds, thousands, myriads.

Ye by command of yonder Lord of heaven, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

16 The thousand steeds, the mightiest troop, which we and the Mighty have received

From Vasurocis as a gift,

17 The brown that match the wind in speed, and bright bay coursers fleet of foot,

Like Suns, resplendent are they all.

18 Mid the Pargvata's rich gifts, swift steeds whose wheels run rapidly,

I seemed to stand amid a wood.