1 As, O Lord, Thou wast pleased with Manu called Vivasvan, As, O Lord, Thou didst love the hymn by Trita's side, so dost Thou joy with Ayu now.

2 As Thou with Matarisvan, Medhya, Prsadhra, hast been cheered by pressed juice,

With Rjunas, Syumarasmi, by Dasonya's Dasasipra's side.

4 In whose laud Thou didst joy, O Lord, at the great deed, O Satakratu, Mighty One!

Seeking renown we call Thee as the milkers call the cow who yields abundant milk.

5 He is our Provider who gives to us, Great, Mighty, ruling as He wills.

Unsought, may He the Strong, Rich, Lord of ample wealth, give us of horses and of kine.

6 He to whom Thou, Good Lord, givest that he may give increases wealth that nourishes.

Eager for wealth we call on the Lord of wealth, on Satakratu with our lauds.

7 Never art Thou neglectful: Thou guardest both races with Thy care.

The call on Thee is Thine own. Immortality is established in the heavens.

8 The offerer whom Thou, O Lord, Lover of the Song, liberal Bountiful One, favourest,-

As at the call of Kanva so, O gracious Lord, hear Thou our songs and eulogy.

9 Sung is the song of ancient time: to the Lord have ye said the prayer.

They have sung many a Brhati of devotion, poured forth the worshipper's many thoughts.

10 The Lord hath tossed together mighty stores of wealth, and both the worlds, yea, and the Sun.

Pure, brightly-shining, mingled with the milk, the gifts of Soma have made the worshippers glad.