To Him, to Him swift, strong, and high-exalted, I bring my song of praise as a choice offering; my thought to Him resistless, meet for praises, prayers offered most devotedly to God the Mighty.

2 To Him I offer praise as choice refreshment, bring forth my song, with seemly laud besiege Him. For God, Lord of olden time, the singers shall deck their hymns with heart and mind and spirit.

3 To Him then with my lips my song of praises, excellent, winning heavenly light, I offer, to magnify with hymns of invocation and eulogies the Lord, most bounteous Giver.

4 Even for Him I frame a laud—so fashions the wright a chariot for the man who needs it—songs for the wise God hymned with invocation, a song composed with care and all-impelling.

5 So with my tongue I deck, to please God the Mighty, my hymn as 'twere a horse, through love of glory, to reverence the Hero, bounteous Giver, famed far and wide, destroyer of the castles.

6 Even for Him was the thunder forged, most deftly wrought, celestial, for the battle, wherewith He reached the vital parts of the tyrant Vritra, striking the vast, the mighty, with the striker.

8 To Him, to God the Mighty, when He overthrew the tyrant, the pious women also wove praises. Heaven and earth He hath encompassed: Thy greatness heaven and earth, combined, exceed not.

9 Yea, of a truth, His majesty surpasseth the magnitude of earth, mid-air and heaven, God whom all men praise, the Sovran Ruler, strong for battle.

10 Through His own strength with bolt of thunder God smote piecemeal Vritra, drier up of waters. He let the floods go free, like cows imprisoned, for glory, with a heart inclined to bounty.

11 Through His resplendent power still stood the rivers when with His bolt on every side He stayed them. With lordly might, favouring him who worshipped, He made a ford, victorious, for Turviti.

12 Vast, with Thine ample power, with eager movement against this Vritra cast Thy bolt of thunder. Rend Thou his joints, as of an ox dissevered, with bolt oblique that floods of rain may follow.

13 Sing with new lauds His exploits wrought aforetime, the deeds of Him, yea, Him who moveth swiftly, when, hurling forth His weapons in the battle, He with impetuous wrath lays low the foemen.

14 When He, yea He, shows His might, the firm-set mountains and the whole heaven and earth tremble in terror. May Nodhas ever lauding the protection of this dear Friend win straightway strength heroic.

15 Now unto Him have these offerings been made, and He, who rules alone over much, chooseth. God the Mighty helped Etasa, the pious offerer, contending in the chariot-race with Surya.

16 Thus to Thee, O God, the Gotamas have brought their prayers and praises. Bestow upon them thought, decked with all beauty. May He, invoked with prayer, be gracious soon and early.