2Rich shall he be in gold and kine and horses. Indra bestows on him great vital power, Who stays thee, as thou comest, with his treasure, like game caught in the net, O early comer.

3Longing, I came this morning to the pious, the son of sacrifice, with car wealth. laden. Give him to drink juice of the stalk that gladdens; prosper with pleasant hymns the Lord of Heroes.

4Health−bringing streams, as milch−cows, flow to profit him who hath worshipped, him who now will worship. To him who freely gives and fills on all sides full streams of fatness flow and make him famous.

5On the high ridge of heaven he stands exalted, yea, to the Gods he goes, the liberal giver. The streams, the waters flow for him with fatness: to him this guerdon ever yields abundance.

6For those who give rich meeds are all these splendours, for those who give rich meeds suns shine in hea ven. The givers of rich meeds are made immortal; the givers of rich fees prolong their lifetime.

7Let not the liberal sink to sin and sorrow, never decay the pious −chiefs who worship! Let every man besides be their protection, and let affliction fall upon the niggard.