O Ṛbhus, wondrous ones, ye craftsmen blessed! Ye makers of marvels, greatest of the best! With hands so swift and cunning, wise and bright, ye fashion all the treasures of the night.

Ye took the wooden bowl that once was whole, and split it into four parts for the soul. Ye wrought it with such skill and such great art, that each did shine and play its perfect part. The gods themselves did marvel at the deed, and honored you for meeting every need.

Ye made the axe of stone with sharpened edge; ye carved the wagon from the wooden wedge. Ye fashioned cups that never do run dry, and gave to all the gods what they could spy.

O Ṛbhus, how did ye begin thy days? Were ye but mortals once, who learned thy ways? Ye drank the sacred soma with the gods, and passed into the heavens and their nods.

O what a marvel that ye mortals bold, did rise to join the godly in their fold! Ye labored long with skill and dedication, until ye won thy rightful exaltation.

Ye made for Indra chariot wheels most bright, that roll so swift and carry him through night. Ye wrought for Agni vessels of the flame, and gave to every god his rightful name.

We praise you now, O Ṛbhus, for your deeds, for all the riches that ye did concede. Grant us the skill to fashion what we need, to labor long and true and plant the seed.

Make us as clever as ye ever were, and let our hands and hearts forever stir toward greater works and marvels yet untold. O blessed Ṛbhus, ye most bright and bold!