1 Your dearest Guest I laud, Him who is loving as a friend, Who brings us riches like a car.

2 Whom as a far-foreseeing Sage the angels have, from the olden time,

Established among mortal men.

3 Do Thou, Most Youthful God, protect the men who offer, hear their songs,

And of Thyself preserve their seed.

4 What is the praise wherewith, O God, Angiras, Son of Strength,

We, after Thine own wish and thought,

5 May serve Thee, O Thou Child of Power, and with what plan of devotion?

What prayer shall I now speak to Thee?

6 Our God, make all of us to dwell in happy habitations, and

Reward our songs with spoil and wealth.

7 Lord of the house, what plenty fills the songs which Thou inspirest now,

Thou whose hymn helps to win the kine?

8 Him Wise and Strong they glorify, the foremost Champion in the fray,

And mighty in His dwelling-place.

9 He dwells in rest and peace who smites and no one smites again:

With hero sons he prospers well.