tam navyasī hr̥daḥ ā jāyamānam asmat su kīrtiḥ madhu jihvam aśyāḥ yam r̥tvijaḥ vr̥jane mānuṣāsaḥ prayasvantaḥ āyavaḥ jījananta
May our fair praise, heart-born, most recent, reach him whose tongue, e'en at his birth, is sweet as honey; Whom mortal priests, men, with their strong endeavour, supplied with dainty viands, have created.