1 That noblest Furtherer hath appeared, to whom men bring their holy works.

Our songs of praise have risen aloft to the Radiant One who was ordained to give the Arya strength.

2 The Radiant One of Divodasa turned, as 'twere in majesty.

Onward He sped along the mother earth, and took His station in the height of heaven.

3 Him before whom the people shrink when He performs His glorious deeds,

Him who wins thousands at worship, Himself, that Radiant One, serve with songs.

4 The mortal man whom Thou wouldst lead to opulence, O Bountiful, he who brings Thee gifts.

He, O Lord, wins himself a hero singing lauds, yea, one who feeds a thousand men.

5 He with the steed wins spoil even in the fenced fort, and gains imperishable fame.

In Thee, O Lord of wealth, continually we lay all precious offerings for God's sake.

6 To Him who dealeth out all wealth, who is the cheerful Caller of men,

To Him, like the first vessels filled with savoury juice, to the Lord go the songs of praise.

7 Votaries, richly-gifted, deck Him with their songs, even as the steed who draws the car.

On both, Strong Lord of men! on child and grandson pour the bounties which our nobles give.

8 Sing forth to Him, the Holy, most munificent, sublime with His refulgent glow,

To the Lord, ye Upastutas.

9 Worshipped with gifts, enkindled, splendid, the Bountiful shall win Himself heroic fame.

And will not His most newly shown benevolence come to us with abundant strength?

10 Priest, presser of the juice! praise now the dearest Guest of all our friends,

The Lord, the driver of the cars.

11 Who, finder-out of treasures open and concealed, bringeth them hither, Holy One;

Whose waves, as in a cataract, are hard to pass, when He, through song, would win Him strength.

12 Let not the noble Guest, O Lord, be wroth with us: by many a man His praise is sung,

Good Herald, skilled in devotion.

13 O Bountiful Lord, let not them be harmed who come in any way with lauds to Thee.

Even the lowly, skilled in rites, with offered gifts, seeketh Thee for the envoy's task.

14 O Lord, come to the Soma gift, to Sobhari's fair song of praise, and be joyful in the light.