1 Thou in Thy battles, O God, art subduer of all hostile bands; Father art Thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, Thou victor over the vanquisher.

2 The earth and heaven cling close to Thy victorious might, as sire and mother to their child. When Thou attackest Vritra, all the hostile bands shrink and faint, O God, at Thy wrath.

3 Bring to your aid the Eternal One, who shoots and none may shoot at Him, Inciter, swift, victorious, best of charioteers, Tugrya's unvanquished strengthener.