1Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning spoil, Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!

2May we, O Vasu, be most near to this thy bounty, food, and wealth! Desired by many men, and in thy favour, O resistless one!

3Effused, this Indu hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece. He streams erect to sacrifice, as 'twere with splendour, seeking kine.