1 As with Manu Samvarani, O Lord, Thou wast pleased, And, O Bountiful, with Nipatithi, Medhyatithi, with Pustigu and Srustigu,-

2 The son of Prsadvana was Praskanva's host, who lay decrepit and forlorn.

Aided by Thee the Rsi Dasyave-vrka strove to obtain thousands of kine.

3 Call hither with thy newest song the Lord who lacks not hymns of praise,

Him who observes and knows, inspirer of the sage, Him who seems eager to bless.

4 He unto whom they sang the seven-headed hymn, three-parted, in the loftiest place,

He sent His thunder down on all these living things, and so displayed heroic might.

5 We invocate that Lord who bestoweth precious things on us.

Now do we know His newest favour; may we gain a stable that is full of kine.

6 He whom Thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains great wealth to nourish him.

We with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, O Bountiful Lord, on Thee.

7 Ne'er art Thou fruitless, Lord, ne'er dost Thou desert the worshipper

But now, O Bountiful, Thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever more and more.

8 He who hath overtaken Krvi with His might, and silenced Susna with death-bolts,-

When He supported yonder heaven and spread it out, then first the son of earth was born.

9 Good Lord of wealth is He to whom all belong, Aryas, Dasas here.

Directly unto Thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth brought nigh.

10 In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling oil and rich in sweets.

Riches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are flowing Soma-drops.