1 The welcome speaker in the storm of battle uttered with might this prayer to win the healers,

When the most liberal Lord, for Paktha, rescued his parents, and assailed the seven priests.

2 Cyavana, purposing deceptive presents, with all ingredients, made the altar ready.

Most sweet-voiced Turvayana poured offerings like floods of widely fertilizing water.

3 To his offerings, swift as thought, ye hurried, and welcomed eagerly the prayers he offered.

With arrows in his hand the Very Mighty forced from him all obedience of a servant.

4 I call on you, the healers, that a dark cow to my red kine be added.

Enjoy my worship, come to my viands contented, not deceiving expectation.

14 Thou, called Effulgence, in whose threefold dwelling, as in the light of heaven, the righteous are sitting,

Thou who art called the Radiant One, the Knower of all that is born, Priest, hear us, guileless Priest of holy worship.

15 And, O Mighty One, bring, that I may laud and serve them, those Two resplendent glorious helpers,

Blithe, bounteous, man-like, to the worshipper, honoured among our men with offered viands.

16 This King is praised and honoured as Ordainer: himself the bridge, the Sage speeds o'er the waters.

He hath stirred up Kaksivan, as the steed's swift wheel drives the felly onward.

17 Vaitarana, doubly kinsman, worshipper, shall milk the cow who ne'er hath calved, Sabardhu,

When I encompass the All-Seeing and the Friend with lauds, and the Companion in safest shelter.

20 So mid these tribes he rests, the friendly envoy, borne on two paths, refulgent Lord of fuel.

When, like a line, the Babe springs up erectly, his Mother straight hath borne him strong to bless us.

21 Then went the milch-kine forth to please the damsel, and for the good of every man that liveth.

Hear us, O wealthy Lord; begin our worship. Thou hast grown mighty through virtues.

22 And take thou notice of us also, O Mighty One, for ample riches, King whose arm wields thunder!

Protect our wealthy nobles, guard our princes unmenaced near thee, Lord of Tawny Coursers.

23 When he goes forth, ye Pair of Kings, for booty, speeding to war and praise to please the singer,-

I was the dearest sage of those about him,- let him lead these away and bring them safely.

24 Now for this noble man's support and comfort, singing with easy voice we thus implore thee:

Impetuous be his son and fleet his courser: and may I be his priest to win him glory.

25 If, for our strength, the priest with adoration to win your friendship made the laud accepted,

That laud shall be a branching road to virtue for every one to whom the songs are suited.

26 Glorified thus, with holy hymns and homage, of noble race, with waters, angel-attended,

May he enrich us for our prayers and praises: now can the cow be milked; the path is open.

27 Be to us, then, ye servants of God who merit honour, be ye of one accord our strong protection,

Who went on various ways and brought us vigour, ye who are undeceivable explorers.