These men’s generous bounty has shone forth, and all life’s world has been freed from darkness. Great light has come, granted us by the Fathers: wide is the path of reward.
High in heaven reside the givers of reward; they who give horses dwell with the Sun forever. They who give gold live eternally blessed; they who give robes extend their lives, O Soma.
Reward does not come from the stingy—those who do not give freely—no, from the gods it comes at sacrifice. Many men, with hands outstretched, offer gifts because they fear dishonor.
These who honor mankind regard offering as the streamy Vāyu and the light-seeking Arka. They satisfy and give their gifts together, and pour in streams the seven-mothered reward.
He who brings reward comes as the first invited; the bearer of reward is chief among the hamlet. I count him the ruler of the people who was the first to introduce the reward.
They call him Rishi, Brahman, chanter of praise, reciter of the song, leader of worship. The three forms of the bright God knows he who first bestowed the sacrificial reward.
Reward bestows the horse, bestows the bullock, and also gold that brings prosperity. Reward gives food that sustains our life and spirit. Wise one, take the reward as your armor.
The liberal do not die, never are they ruined: the liberal suffer no harm nor trouble. The light of heaven, the universe around us—this sacrificial reward gives them all.
First, the liberal gain a fragrant dwelling and a bride in fine attire. The liberal obtain their drink of wine and conquer those who, without provocation, attack them.
They adorn the swift steed for the generous giver; the maiden adorns herself and waits to meet him. His home is like a lake with lotus flowers, like the gods’ palaces adorned and splendid.
Good draught horses carry the liberal giver, and the car of reward rolls lightly. Assist, you Gods, the liberal man in battles; the liberal giver conquers foes in combat.