May those who bestow well create for us thousands of your herds, O Agni. Swift were the sons who fashioned Indra, they filled the furrows around the ploughshares.

The Ruśamās, Agni, have presented to me a beautiful abode, with thousands of cattle; the sharp libations have exhilarated Indra upon the breaking up of the (gloom-) investing night.

The Rusamas, O Agni, sent me homeward with fair adornment and with kine in thousands. The strong libations have made Indra joyful, when night, whose course was ending, changed to morning.