1 May our hymns give Thee great delight. Display Thy bounty, O Mighty One. Drive off the enemies of prayer.

2 Crush with Thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art Thou: there is not one to equal Thee.

3 Thou art the Lord of the offering made, the offering not yet made is also Thine; Thou art the Sovereign of the folk.

4 Swaying about, the active ones came nigh to Him at His coming, and shared His great heroic might.

5 Based upon strength and victory and power, O God, is Thy majesty; Thou, Mighty One, art strong indeed.

6 Thou art the slayer of Vritra; Thou hast spread the firmament; Thou hast with might upheld the heavens.

7 Thou bearest in Thine arms the lightning that accords with Thee, whetting Thy thunderbolt with might.

8 Thou art pre-eminent over all creatures in Thy strength; Thou hast encompassed every place.