1. LET us invoke you both this day and after the priest is here with lauds when morn is breaking: Nasatyas, wheresoe’er ye be, Heaven’s Children, for him who is more liberal than the godless. 2. With us, ye Mighty, let yourselves be joyful, glad in our stream of Soma slay the niggards. Graciously hear my hymns and invitations, marking, O Heroes, with your cars my longing. 3. Nasatyas, Pusans, ye as Gods for glory arranged and set in order Surya’s bridal. Your giant steeds move on, sprung from the waters, like ancient times of Varuna the Mighty. 4. Your grace be with us, ye who love sweet juices: further the hymn sung by the poet Mana, When men are joyful in your glorious actions, to win heroic strength, ye Bounteous Givers. 5. This praise was made, O liberal Lords, O Asvins, for you with fair adornment by the Manas. Come to our house for us and for our children, rejoicing, O Nasatyas, in Agastya. 6. We have passed o’er the limit of this darkness: our praise hath been bestowed on you, O Asvins. Come hitherward by paths which Gods have travelled. may we find strengthening food in full abundance.