THE holy work I wrought before is wrought again: my sweetest hymn is sung to celebrate your praise.

Here, O ye Ṛbhus, is this sea for all the Devas: sate you with Soma offered with the hallowing word.

When, seeking your enjoyment onward from afar, ye, certain of my kinsmen, wandered on your way, Sons of Sudhanvan, after your long journeying, ye came unto the home of liberal Indra.

Indra therefore gave you immortality, because ye came proclaiming him whom naught can hide; And this the drinking-chalice of the Devas, which till that time was one, ye made to be fourfold.

When they had served with zeal at offering as monks, they, mortal as they were, gained immortality. The Ṛbhus, children of Sudhanvan, bright as suns, were in a year's course made associate with prayers.

The Ṛbhus, with a rod measured, as ’twere a field, the single sacrificial chalice. wide of mouth, Lauded of all who saw, praying for what is best, desiring glorious fame among Immortal Devas.

As oil in ladles, we through knowledge will present unto the Heroes of the Firmament our hymn. The Ṛbhus who came near with this great Father's speed, and rose to Heaven's high sphere to eat the strengthening food.

Ṛbhu to us is Indra freshest in his might, Ṛbhu with powers and wealth is giver of rich gifts. Devas, through your favou. May we on the happy day quell the attacks of those who pour no offerings forth.

Out of a skin, O Ṛbhus, once ye formed a cow, and brought the mother close unto her calf again. Sons of Sudhanvan. Heroes, with surpassing skill ye made your aged Parents youthful as before.

Help us with strength where spoil is won, O Indra: joined with the Ṛbhus give us varied bounty. This prayer of our. May Indra grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.