1Forth on their way the glorious drops have flowed for maintenance of Law, Knowing what suits this worshipper.

2Down in the mighty waters sinks the stream of Meath, most excellent, Oblation best of all in worth.

3About the holy place the Steer, true, guileless, noblest, hath sent forth, Continuous voices in the wood.

4When the Sage, purging manly deeds and lofty wisdom flows, around,

5When purified, he sits enthroned as King over the warring clans. What time the sages speed him on.

6Most dear, gold-coloured, in the fleece he sinks, and settles in the wood: The singer is besieged with song.

7He goes to Indra, Vayu, and the Asvins with the rapturous joy, To whomsoe'er his power delights.

8The waves of pleasant Soma flow to Bhaga, Mitra, Varuna, Well knowing, through his mighty powers.

9Gain for us, O ye Heaven and Earth, riches of Meath to win us strength: Gain for us treasures and renown.

10We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that brings us bliss, The guardian, the desire of all;

11The excellent, the gladdener, the Sage with heart that understands. The guardian, the desire of all;

12Who for ourselves, O thou most wise, is wealth and fair intelligence, The guardian, the desire of all.