You created Atri, who was old but still agile, like a horse eager to reach its goal. When you rejuvenated Kakṣīvān, making him strong and youthful again,
You freed Atri, as if he were born anew, and brought him back to Earth. You loosened the tight knot that the gods had tied, unsoiled by dust.
Warriors who displayed the greatest wonder to Atri, strive to earn beautiful songs; For then, O Sky Warriors, your praise will never cease.
This calls to you, Generous Gods! - oblation, Aśvins! And our love, That you, O Warriors, in battle may bring us safely to a spacious place.
You two, tossed in the ocean at the ends of the world, Nāsatyas, with your winged attendants came close, and gave him strength to win.
Come with your joys, most generous Gods, Lords of all wealth, bringing good fortune. Like fresh water to a well, Heroes come and join us.