1FOR the Celestial Race this song of praise which gives wealth lavishly     Was made by singers with their lips.

2They who for Indra, with their mind, formed horses harnessed by a word,     Attained by works to sacrifice.

3They for the two Nāsatyas wrought a light car moving every way:     They formed a nectar-yielding cow.

4The Ṛbhus with effectual prayers, honest, with constant labour, made     Their Sire and Mother young again.

5Together came your gladdening drops with Indra by the Maruts girt,     With the Ādityas, with the Kings.

6The sacrificial ladle, wrought newly by the God Tvaṣṭar's hand—     Four ladles have ye made thereof.

7Vouchsafe us wealth, to him who pours thrice seven libations, yea, to each     Give wealth, pleased with our eulogies.

8As ministering Priests they held, by pious acts they won themselves,     A share in sacrifice with Gods.