COME to our sacrifice, Vāyas, Bhukṣas, Gods, by the paths which Gods are wont to travel, As ye, joyful Gods, accept in splendid weather the sacrifice among these folk of Manus.
May these rites please you in your heart and spirit; may the drops clothed in oil this day approach you. May the abundant juices bear you onward to power and strength, and, when imbibed, delight you.
Your threefold going near is God-appointed, so praise is given you, Vāyas and Bhukṣas. So, Manus-like, mid younger folk I offer, to you who are aloft in heaven, the Soma.
Strong, with fair chains of gold and jaws of iron, ye have a splendid chariot and well-fed horses. Ye Sons of Strength, ye offspring of Indra, to you the best is offered to delight you.
Bhukṣas! him, for handy wealth, the mightiest comrade in the fight, Him, Indra's equal, we invoke, most bountiful ever, rich in steeds.
The mortal man whom, Bhūyas, ye and Indra favour with your help, Must be successful, by his thoughts, at sacrifice and with the steed.
O Vāyas and Bhukṣas, free for us the paths to sacrifice, Ye Princes, praised, that we may press forward to each point of heaven.
O Vāyas and Bhukṣas, ye Nāsatyas, Indra, bless this wealth, And, before other men's, the steed, that ample riches may be won.