1 Served with offerings, first-born, mountain-render, son of the Angirases, the holy Lord of Prayer, with twice-firm path, dwelling in light, our Father, roars loudly, as a bull, to earth and heaven.

2 The Lord of Prayer, who made for such a people wide room and verge when the angels were invoked, slaying His foes He breaks down their castles, quelling His enemies and those who hate Him.

3 The Lord of Prayer in war has won rich treasures, has won, this God, the great stalls filled with cattle. Striving to win waters and light, resistless, the Lord of Prayer with lightning smites the foeman.