At dawn, he brings his treasure; the wise one receives and welcomes him. This way, his life and children grow, bringing brave sons to wealth.
He will be rich in gold and cattle and horses. Indra grants him great strength, Who stays you, as you come, with your treasure, like game caught in a net, O early one.
With car wealth-laden, I came this morning to the pious, the son of sacrifice. Give him to drink the juice that cheers; may the Lord of Heroes prosper with pleasant hymns.
May health-bringing streams, like milch-cows, flow to him who worships, to him who will worship. To him who freely gives and fills, streams of fatness flow and make him famous.
He stands exalted on the high ridge of heaven, to the gods he goes, the liberal giver. The streams, the waters flow for him with fatness; to him this reward ever yields abundance.
For those who give rich meeds, all these splendours shine in heaven. The givers of rich meeds are made immortal; the givers of rich fees prolong their lifetime.
Let 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.