O Ṛbhus, ye who were born as mortals yet became divine! Ye worked with skill; ye laboured hard; ye achieved what gods alone could do. Now ye do sit among the gods; now ye are numbered with the great. Accept this hymn of praise from us; acknowledge the singers' reverent call.

Ye three did take the sacred task to craft the great and golden car. With hands most clever, hearts most true, ye shaped and fitted every part. The wheels ye rounded smooth and fair; the axle straight and strong ye made. The yoke ye fitted true and fast; the harness gleamed with polish bright. When it was done, the gods stood still and marvelled at your wondrous work.

Ye fashioned also heaven's dome and shaped the earth's foundation deep. The ocean's vastness did ye measure; the rivers' courses did ye trace. Ye multiplied the sacred herds; ye drew the soma from the plant. What mortals thought impossible ye achieved through your divine craft.

The gods themselves came down to see the marvels that your hands had wrought. Lord Indra tested every piece and found each joint most true and sound. The Aśvins gazed upon your work and blessed you for your steadfast skill. Then all the company divine did grant to you immortal life.

O Ṛbhus, grant unto us too the blessings of your craftful power! Let us do work that doth endure; let us create what shall not pass. Give us the skill to shape our fate; give us the wisdom to prevail. Let our endeavours meet success; let our creations stand through time.

Ye are the proof that mortals too can rise to touch the divine flame. Through discipline and honest work, through dedication and through will, we mortals also may ascend and claim our place among the great. For ever let your glory shine; for ever be your names adored.