1 With offerings of our own we choose thee as Invoking Priest, for worship with trimmed grass, in your glad assembly, piercing and brightly shining. Thou art waxing great.

2 The wealthy ones adorn thee, they who bring us horses as their gift:

The sprinkling ladle, in your glad assembly, and glowing offering are for thee. Thou art waxing great.

3 The holy statutes rest by thee, as 'twere with ladles that o'erflow.

Black and white-gleaming colours, in your glad assembly, all glories thou assumest. Thou art waxing great.

4 O Victorious and Immortal One, what thou deemest wealth,

Bring thou to give us vigour, in your glad assembly, splendid in worship. Thou art waxing great.

5 Skilled in all lore is he whom erst Atharvan brought to life.

He was the envoy of the Giver of light, in your glad assembly, the well-loved friend. Thou art waxing great.

6 At worship they adore thee when the rite proceeds.

All fair and lovely treasures, in your glad assembly, thou givest him who offers. Thou art waxing great.

7 Men have established thee as welcome Priest at holy rites,

Thee whose face shines with butter, in your glad assembly, bright, with eyes most observant. Thou art waxing great.

8 Wide and aloft thou spreadest thee with thy brilliant flame.

A Bull art thou when sounding, in your glad assembly. Thou art waxing great.