1 Mounted upon Thy chariot-seat approach us: Thine is the gift from days aforetime. Loose for the sacred grass Thy dear companions. These men who bring offerings call Thee hither.

2 Come, our true Friend, passing by many people; come with Thy two bay steeds to our devotions;

For these our hymns are calling Thee, O Mighty One, hymns formed for praise, soliciting Thy friendship.

3 Pleased, with Thy bay steeds, O God, come quickly to this our worship that heightens devotion;

For with my thoughts, presenting oil to feed the needy, I call Thee to the feast of sweet offerings.

4 Yea, let Thy two bay stallions bear Thee hither, well limbed and good to draw, Thy dear companions.

Pleased with the corn-blent offering which we bring for Thy sake, may the Mighty One, Friend, hear his friend's adoration.

5 Wilt Thou not make me guardian of the people, make me, impetuous Bountiful One, their ruler?

Make me a seer, blessed with Thy gift? Wilt Thou not give me wealth that lasts for ever?

6 Yoked to Thy chariot, led Thy tall bays, O Mighty One, companions of Thy banquet, bear Thee hither,

Who from of old press to heaven's farthest limits, the Bull's impetuous and well-groomed horses.

7 Accept of the strong pressed out by strong ones, O Mighty One, that which the Falcon brought Thee when Thou longedst;

In whose wild joy Thou stirrest up the people, in whose wild joy Thou didst unbar the cow-stalls.

8 Call we on the Bountiful, the auspicious Mighty One, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered;

The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the obstructors, wins and gathers riches.