What time this stone of yours, the Gods’ adorer, upraised, sounds forth for you as Soma-presser, Let the priest bring you, Fair Ones, through oblations.
Ye lent your aid to Vrka when exhausted, and listened when invoked to Śayu's calling. Ye made the cow pour forth her milk like water, and, Aśvins, strengthened with your strength the barren.
With his fair hymns this singer, too, extols you, waking with glad thoughts at the break of morning. May the cow nourish him with milk to feed llim. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.