2May the stone draw thee as it speaks, the Soma−stone with ringing voice. Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

3The stones' rim shakes the Soma here like a wolf worrying a sheep. Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

4The Kanvas call thee hitherward for succour and to win the spoil. Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

5I set for thee, as for the Strong, the first draught of the juices shed.

6Come with abundant blessings, come with perfect care to succour us.

7Come, Lord of lofty thought, who hast infinite wealth and countless aids.

8Adorable mid Gods, the Priest good to mankind shall bring thee near.

9As wings the falcon, so thy Bays rushing in joy shall carry thee.

10Come from the enemy to us, to svaha and the Soma−draught.

11Come hither with thine car inclined to hear, take pleasure in our lauds.

12Lord of well−nourished Horses, come with well−fed Steeds alike in hue.

13Come hither from the mountains, come from regions of the sea of air.

14Disclose to us O Hero, wealth in thousands both of kine and steeds.

15Bring riches hitherward to us in hundreds, thousands, myriads. Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

16The thousand steeds, the mightiest troop, which we and Indra have received From Vasurocis as a gift,

17The brown that match the wind in speed, and bright bay coursers fleet of foot, Like Suns, resplendent are they all.

18Mid the Pargvata's rich gifts, swift steeds whose wheels run rapidly, I seemed to stand amid a wood.