1 What servant of God, of those who hear, is he whose well-praised name we may record in this our worship; and how?

Who will be gracious? Who of many give us bliss? Who out of all the Host will come to lend us aid?

2 The will and thoughts within my breast exert their power: they yearn with love, and fly to all the regions round.

None other comforter is found save only these: my longings and my hopes are fixed upon the Lord.

3 To the Praised and to the Nourisher I sing forth, to the Light unconcealable kindled by the righteous.

To the sun and moon, two moons, to the heaven, to Trita, the wind, dawn, night, and the twin healers.

4 How is the Sage extolled whom the loud singers praise? What voice, what hymn is used to laud the Lord of Prayer?

May the Unborn One with the skilful workers swift to hear, and the Serpent of the Deep listen unto our call.

5 Mercy, to the birth of the Skilful and the vow thou summonest the Kings, the Friend and the All-Seeing.

With course unchecked, with many chariots the Companion comes with the seven priests to tribes of varied sort.

6 May all those vigorous coursers listen to our cry, hearers of invocation, speeding on their way;

Winners of thousands where the priestly meed is won, who gather of themselves great wealth in every race.

7 Bring ye the Bountiful, bring the wind who yokes his steeds, for friendship bring ye the Nourisher with your songs of praise:

They with one mind, one thought attend the worship, urged by the favouring aid of the Giver of light.

8 The thrice-seven wandering Rivers, yea, the mighty floods, the forest trees, the mountains, the Light to our aid,

Krsanu, Tisya, archers to our gathering-place, and the Strong amid the strong we invoke.

9 Let the great Streams come hither with their mighty help, Sindhu, Sarasvati, and Sarayu with waves.

Ye floods, ye mothers, animating all, promise us water rich in fatness and in balm.

10 And let Brhaddiva, the Mother, hear our call, and the Maker, Father, with the dames.

The skilful workers, the Giver of strength, the Giver of fortune, the Lord of cars, and the sweet speech of him who labours guard us well!

11 Pleasant to look on as a dwelling rich in food is the blest favour of the winds, the sons of the Strong.

May we be famed among the folk for wealth in kine, and ever come to you with sacred food.

12 The thought which ye, O winds, and ye servants of the Lord have given to me, and ye, the Friend and the All-Seeing,-

Cause this to grow and swell like a milch-cow with milk. Will ye not bear away my songs upon your car?

13 O winds, do ye never, never recollect and call again to mind this our relationship?

When next we meet together at the central point, even there shall mercy confirm our brotherhood.

14 The Mothers, Heaven and Earth, those mighty ones, worthy of honour, come with the race of the righteous.

These Two with their support uphold both angels and men, and with the forebears pour the copious genial stream.

15 This invocation wins all good that we desire: the Lord of Prayer, highly praised devotion, are here,

Even where the stone that presses sweetness rings loudly out, and where the sages make their voices heard with hymns.

16 Thus hath the sage, skilled in loud singers' duties, desiring riches, yearning after treasure,

Gaya, the priestly singer, with his praises and hymns contented the heavenly people.

17 Thus hath the thoughtful sage, the son of Plati, praised the Lord and all His servants.

Men are made rich by the grace of the Eternal: the heavenly folk have been extolled by Gaya.