For yonder multitudes of gods are entering You; some, frightened, praise You with joined hands. Saying "May it be well!" the multitudes of great seers and perfected ones praise You with abundant hymns.
Throngs of gods enter you, some in their terror make gestures of homage to invoke you; throngs of great sages and saints hail you and praise you in resounding hymns.
(21) Lo I these hosts of gods are entering into You: some, terror-struck, extol You, hands together pressed; great seers and men perfected in serried ranks cry out, 'All hail,’ and praise You with copious hymns of praise.
11.21 Those very groups of gods enter into You; struck with fear, some extol (You) with joined palms. Groups of great sages and perfected beings praise You with elaborate hymns, saying 'May it be well!'
11.21 Verily into You the hosts of Devas enter. Some in fear extol You with clasped hands. Crying 'Hail' the bands of great seers and Siddhas praise You with meaningful hymns.
11.21 Verily, into Thee enter these hosts of gods; some extol Thee in fear with joined palms; saying 'may it be well', bands of great sages and perfected ones praise Thee with hymns complete.