1 Though, O Lord, Thou art called by men from east and west, from north and south,

Come hither quickly with fleet steeds.

2 If in the effluence of heaven, rich in its light, Thou takest joy,

Or in the sea in Soma juice.

3 With songs I call Thee, Great and Wide, even as a cow to profit us,

O Lord, to accept the Soma gift.

4 Hither, O Lord, let Thy Bays bear up and bring upon Thy car

Thy glory, God! and majesty.

5 Thou, O Lord, wouldst be sung and praised as great, strong, lordly in Thy deeds

Come hither, accept our Soma juice.

6 We who have shed the Soma and prepared the feast are calling Thee

To be with us on this our sacred grass.

7 As, O Lord, Thou art evermore the common Lord of all alike,

As such we invocate Thee now.

8 The men with stones have milked for Thee this nectar of the Soma juice:

O Lord, be pleased with it.

9 Neglect not pious men with skill in sacred song: come hitherward,

With speed, and give us high renown.

10 O Lord, may the mighty rest unharmed, the King who gives me spotted kine,

Kine decked with golden ornaments.

11 Beside a thousand spotted kine I have received a gift of gold,

Pure, brilliant, and exceeding great.

12 Durgaha's grandsons, giving me a thousand kine, munificent,

Have won renown among the righteous.