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1. LET us invoke you both this day and
after the priest is here with lauds when morn is breaking:
Nasatyas, wheresoe'er ye be, Heaven's Children, for him who
is more liberal than the godless.
2 With us, ye Mighty, let yourselves be
joyful, glad in our stream of Soma slay the niggards.
Graciously hear my hymns and invitations, marking, O Heroes,
with your cars my longing.
3 Nasatyas, Pusans, ye as Gods for glory
arranged and set in order Surya's bridal.
Your giant steeds move on, sprung from the waters, like
ancient times of Varuna the Mighty.
4 Your grace be with us, ye who love sweet
juices: further the hymn sung by the poet Mana,
When men are joyful in your glorious actions, to win heroic
strength, ye Bounteous Givers.
5 This praise was made, O liberal Lords, O
Asvins, for you with fair adornment by the Manas.
Come to our house for us and for our children, rejoicing, O
Nasatyas, in Agastya.
6 We have passed o'er the limit of this
darkness: our praise hath been'bestowed on you, O Asvins.
Come hitherward by paths which Gods have travelled. may we
find strengthening food in full abundance.
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