The seer, who stood as Hotar at the hearth, poured forth all breathing kindreds in offering—our father.

With longing for wealth he passed unto the latter-born, veiling the forebears with hidden hand.

Where lay the resting-place? What bore it up?
How stood the world, when Viśvakarman, by his might, brought forth the earth, and by his greatness uncovered heaven?—He whose eye beholdeth all.

His eyes and face turn every way, his arms and feet go forth to every quarter.
He shaped both heaven and earth;
he joined them with his hands, with his winded bellows— He, the god alone.

What was the wood? What was the tree, of which they wrought the frame of sky and land?
O ye of kindled thought, inquire within your minds on what he leaned, who upholdeth all the living.

What art thou, Viśvakarman, in thy highest stead?
What in thy lowest? And what between these bounds?
Do well by these thy realms, for the sake of those who share with thee the holy gift.

Enlarging thine own self, by thine own hand, sacrifice unto thyself.

O Viśvakarman, seeing thou growest by the rite, win thou for thyself the earth and starry realm.

Let all the other folk round about fall to turmoil; but grant to us a lord of open hand.

This day we call upon the Lord of Speech— Viśvakarman, fleet as thought, to aid us in the strife.

He shall delight in each of our offerings— he, luck to all, whose crafts bear fruit— to lend his hand to our cause.