1 Let the Mighty One accept, All-hail! for His is the gift, the mighty Bull come, girt by the storm-angels, hither.

Far-reaching, let Him fill Him with these viands, and let our offering sate His body's longing.

2 I yoke Thy pair of trusty steeds for swiftness, whose faithful service from of old Thou lovest. Here, fair of cheek! let Thy bay coursers place Thee: accept of this lovely well-poured offering.

3 With milk they made the Mighty One their good Preserver, lauding for help and rule the bounteous rainer.

Impetuous God, when Thou hast accepted, enraptured send us cattle in abundance.

4 With kine and horses satisfy this longing, with very splendid bounty still extend it.

Seeking the light, with hymns to Thee, O Mighty One, the Kusikas have brought their gift, the singers.

5 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.