yajāmahe vām mahaḥ sajoṣā havyebhir mitrāvaruṇā namobhiḥ | ghṛtair ghṛtasnū adha yad vām asme adhvaryavo na dhītibhir bharanti ||
We worship with our reverence and oblations you, Mitra Varuna, accordant, mighty, So that with us, ye Twain whose backs are sprinkled with oil, the priests with oil and hymns support you.
प्रस्तुतिर् वां धाम न प्रयुक्तिर् अयामि मित्रावरुणा सुवृक्तिः । अनक्ति यद् वां विदथेषु होता सुम्नं वां सूरिर् वृषणाव् इयक्षन् ॥
prastutir vāṃ dhāma na prayuktir ayāmi mitrāvaruṇā suvṛktiḥ | anakti yad vāṃ vidatheṣu hotā sumnaṃ vāṃ sūrir vṛṣaṇāv iyakṣan ||
Your praise is like a mighty power, an impulse: to you, Twain Gods, a well-formed hymn is offered, As the priest decks yon, Strong Ones, in assemblies, and the prince fain to worship you for blessings.
पीपाय धेनुर् अदितिर् ऋताय जनाय मित्रावरुणा हविर्दे । हिनोति यद् वां विदथे सपर्यन् स रातहव्यो मानुषो न होता ॥
pīpāya dhenur aditir ṛtāya janāya mitrāvaruṇā havirde | hinoti yad vāṃ vidathe saparyan sa rātahavyo mānuṣo na hotā ||
O Mitra-Varuna, Aditi the Milch-cow streams for the rite, for folk who bring oblation, When in the assembly he who worships moves you, like to a human priest, with gifts presented.
uta vāṃ vikṣu madyāsv andho gāva āpaś ca pīpayanta devīḥ | uto no asya pūrvyaḥ patir dan vītam pātam payasa usriyāyāḥ ||
So may the kine and heavenly Waters pour you sweet drink in families that make you joyful. Of this may he, the ancient House-Lord, give us. Enjoy, drink of the milk the cow provideth.