1 To you will I sing the praise of the Lord who gives good gifts as well we know;

The praise of the Bountiful who, rich in treasure, aids His singers with wealth thousandfold.

2 As with a hundred hosts, He rushes boldly on, and for the offerer slays his foes.

As from a mountain flow the water-brooks, thus flow His gifts who feedeth many a one.

3 The drops effused, the gladdening gifts, O Lord, Lover of the Song,

As waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill Thee, for bounty, Thunderer.

4 The matchless gift that strengthens and gives eloquence, the sweetest of the meath, accept,

That in Thy joy Thou mayst scatter Thy gifts o'er us, plenteously, even as the dust.

5 Come quickly to our laud, urged on by Soma-pressers like a horse-

Laud, O Lord, which milch-kine make sweet for Thee: with Kanva's sons are gifts for Thee.

6 With homage have we sought Thee as a Hero, strong, preeminent, with unfailing wealth.

O Thunderer, as a plenteous spring pours forth its stream, so, O Lord, flow our songs to Thee.

7 If now Thou art at devotion, or if Thou art upon the earth,

Come thence, high-thoughted! to our devotion with the Swift, come, Mighty with the Mighty.

8 The active, fleet-foot, tawny Coursers that are Thine are swift to victory, like the Wind,

Wherewith Thou goest round to visit Manu's seed, wherewith all heaven is visible.

9 O Lord, from Thee so great we crave prosperity in wealth of kine,

As, O Bountiful, Thou favouredst Medhyatithi, and, in the fight, Nipatithi.

10 As, O Bountiful, to Kanva, Trasadasyu, and to Paktha and Dasavraja;

As, O Lord, to Gosarya and Rjisvan, Thou vouchsafedst wealth in kine and gold.