1 Invoked to accept the gift, come with Thy bay steeds, Thunder-armed.

Come, O Mighty One, hitherward to me.

2 Our priest is seated, true to time; the grass is regularly strewn;

The pressing-stones were set at morn.

3 These prayers, O Thou who hearest prayer, are offered: be present at this gathering.

Hero, accept the offered cake.

4 O slayer of the obstructor, be Thou pleased with these offerings, with these hymns,

Song-loving Mighty One, with our lauds.

5 Our hymns caress the Lord of Strength, vast, the Mighty One,

As mother-cows their calf.

6 Be gracious to the gift we bring for Thine own great munificence:

Yield not Thy singer to reproach.

7 We, O Mighty One, dearly loving Thee, bearing our gifts, sing Thee hymns:

Thou, Bountiful One, dearly lovest us.

8 O Thou to whom Thy bays are dear, loose not Thy horses far from us:

Here be gracious to us, O Lord divine.

9 May long-maned coursers, dropping oil, bring Thee on swift car hitherward,

O Mighty One, to be present among us.