Bhāvayavya, thou man of abundant wealth! Thy generosity is known throughout all the lands. The rivers do not flow so freely as thy gifts. The monsoon doth not rain so abundantly as thy bounty. Thou art the pillar upon which the poor do rest their hopes.

From thy hand come forth the treasures that sustain life. The merchant doth prosper in thy service. The laborer doth find employment and livelihood. Thy herds multiply endlessly. Thy granaries overflow with the grain of the harvest. Yet none of this prosperity doth make thee arrogant or cruel.

Nay, thou hast chosen the path of the righteous man. Thou dost remember those who have nothing. Thou dost honor the ancient laws of hospitality. When the wanderer arrives at thy gates, thou dost welcome him as thou would'st welcome a brother. The widow knoweth that she shall not want. The orphan is cared for as thy own child.

The gods do observe such virtue. They smile upon thee from their high seats in the heavens. Indra doth strengthen thy arm in battle. Varuṇa doth grant thee truth and prosperity. The Aśvins do protect thy journeys. Soma doth flow sweetly from thy libation.

O Bhāvayavya, may thy wealth serve the divine purpose! May thy generosity create waves of good karma that shall return to thee multiplied a hundredfold! May thy name endure, and may all men remember thee as the great giver, the upholder of dharma, the honored patron of the sacrificial fire.