March forward, ready teams, and lovely songs on their journey. Further them with a yoked chariot, glorious Pūṣan, and the Mighty Two!
With sacred hymns, may this man here, this singer, bring the God to whom Belongs this majesty and might. He has heard our praises.
Pūṣan the Strong knows sweet praises as Indu does. He moistens our crops with dew and waters the pasture of our cows.
We shall remember you, O Pūṣan, O God, as One. Who fulfills our hymns and stirs the singer and the wise.
Joint sharer of every sacrifice, driver of the chariot horses; The Rishi who is good to men, friend to the singer and faithful guard.
One who is Lord of Suca, Lord of Suca caring for itself: Weaving the sheep’s garment and making it beautiful.
The mighty Lord of spoils and wealth, Strong Friend of all prosperity; He moves his beard with swift steps, lovely and never to be deceived.
O Pūṣan, may your goats turn hitherward your chariot pole. Friend of all suppliants; born in old times, and arm and sure.
May the majestic Pūṣan speed our chariot with his power and might. May he increase our wealth and listen to this call of ours.