Blessed are the wise ones — power attends them; for the gods he declares the birth of prosperity when one performs sacrifice. The quickened Angiras whose priest sings the hymn — the seer praises the sweet meter as desired.

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For even the blessed longing that is in thee would bring the Gods down to the singer's worship, When the Angirases' sagest Sage, the Poet, sings the sweet measure at the solemn service.