1 Come to the gift that we have prepared, mingled with milk, O Mighty One:

Come, favouring us, Thy bay-drawn car!

2 Come, O Mighty One, to this gladdening gift, placed on the grass, pressed out with stones:

Wilt Thou not be gracious to us therein?

3 To the Mighty One have my songs of praise gone forth, thus rapidly sent hence,

To turn Him to our offering.

4 Hither with songs of praise we call the Mighty One to our gift:

Will He not come to us by lauds?

5 O Mighty One, these gifts are prepared. Receive them in Thy grace, Lord

Of Hundred Powers, Thou Prince of Wealth.

6 We know Thee winner of the spoil, and resolute in battles, Sage!

Therefore Thy blessing we implore.

7 Borne hither by Thy stallions, accept, O Mighty One, this gift which we have prepared,

Mingled with barley and with milk.

8 O Mighty One, for Thee, in Thine own place, I prepare the gift:

Deep in Thy favour let it remain.

9 We call on Thee, the Ancient One, O Mighty One, to accept the gift,

We Kusikas who seek Thine aid.