1 The Ancient's milch-cow yields the things we long for: the son of Daksina travels between them.

She with the splendid chariot brings refulgence. The praise of the Dawn hath awoke the Healer.

2 They bear you hither by well-ordered statute: our sacred offerings rise as if to parents.

Destroy in us the counsel of the niggard; come hitherward, for we have shown you favour.

3 With lightly-rolling car and well-yoked horses hear this, the press-stone's song, O Wonder-Worker.

Have not the sages of old time, O Healer, called Thee most prompt to come and stay misfortune?

4 Remember us, and come to us, for ever men, as their wont is, invocate the Healer.

Friends as it were have offered Thee these gifts, sweet, blent with milk at the first break of morning.

5 Even through many regions, O Healer, high praise is Thine among mankind, O Mighty One.

Come, helper, on the paths which the righteous have travelled: here Thy sweet offerings are ready.

6 Ancient Thy home, auspicious is Thy friendship: Hero, Thy wealth is with the house of Jahnu.

Forming again with Thee auspicious friendship, let us rejoice with draughts of meath together.

7 O Healer, Very Mighty, with the Wind and with his steeds, one-minded, ever-youthful,

Joying in the third day's offering, be Thou not hostile, Very Bounteous Giver.

8 O Healer, to Thee are brought abundant viands in rivalry with sacred songs, unceasing.

Sprung from high Law Thy car, urged on by press-stones, goes round the earth and heaven in one brief moment.

9 O Healer, Thy gift sheds delicious sweetness: accept thereof and come unto our dwelling.

Thy car, assuming many a shape, most often goes to the giver's place of meeting.