Now let this be your aim alone: ye stretch forth insight as workmen stretch their cloth.
It hath stirred you both to strive toward one end. Ye draw nigh with the stores of day, as ye do with the bright of morn.

Like oxen yoked, firm-set in their harness, like strong steeds heeding the call, Ye follow the path laid out before you. As messengers that win renown among men, come not like buffalo that shun the watering-place.

Ye are joined as the wings of a bird, and plain to see as beasts in the field.
Come hither to our holy rite, ye that shine like the fire of the god-seeker.
As twain that encircle the world, ye offer your worship in many lands.

I call you as one calleth a friend, even as sons their sires.
Ye are as Heaven and Earth in their glory, as kings who triumph, as keen herdsmen that guard their flocks, as the twofold gate of joy.

Like dutiful servants, come swift to my cry.

Like a branch heavy with bloom, like comrades in truth, like ones who tread many paths, noble in deed and bright in longing, ye are as sheep sought in offering, as bringers of sacred draughts, as wealth-laden givers.

Like a belt fast about the waist, unloosed yet strong, like the well-joined boat, ye bear us over, as honeyed drink within the fire’s belly, fresh evermore, yet ever bringing forth delight.

Like lovers that glimmer in secret, strong in their seeking, like clefts in the earth where treasure lieth, ye bear us through.

Like the sons of skill who shape the unsleeping steed, as the wind that speedeth unseen yet sweepeth away all wealth.

Like heat that melteth sweetness in the womb of flame, givers of fate, ye unfurl hidden things.

As birds in the gleam of moonlight gliding, your minds do stray not, as minds made one.

As the two heavens ye find footing firm in the deeps, as the ford findeth footing for the man who would cross.

Ye are as ears that heed our bidding—
as Share and Portion, give us a reward full bright.

Like those who draw the milk from the cow whose gate is beneath, as bees do gather the honeyed gold, as tillers that sweat in their toil,
ye come, nourished, as the rich-fed earth.

May we fulfill our song of praise, may we win the crown of might.
Yoked in one chariot, haste ye hither unto our holy word, and to the sweetness cooked in the cows—yea, as unto glory.

Bhūtāṃśa hath brought to pass the will of the Aśvins.