The wealth which husbandmen aforetime, digging, like men who
find their food with knowledge, buried,
This to the King, Vivasvān's son, I offer, Sweet be our food and
fit for sacrificing!
May he, Vaivasvata, prepare our portion; May he whose share
is mead with mead besprinkle.
Our sin in hasty mood against our mother, or guilt whereby a
sire is wronged and angered.
Whether this sin into our heart hath entered regarding mother,
father, son or brother,
Auspicious be to us the zeal and spirit of all the fathers who are
here among us.
