1 The worshipper who gives, fit for gathering and assembly, and yonder foe-destroying one, have the angels designed of old.

2 He who defiles a sister, he who willingly would harm a friend, the fool who slights his elder, these, they say, must suffer down below.

3 Whenever any good man's son becomes bold and spirited, then the wise angel has said this pleasant upward-pointing word.

4 The most unprofitable churl, the wealthy man who brings no gift, these, verily, as we have heard, are cast away by all the wise.

5 But they who have adored God, and they who have bestowed their gifts, those liberal lords are filled with wealth like the sun risen up to heaven.

6 With unanointed eyes and limbs, wearing no gem or ring of gold, no priest, no Brahman's son is he: these things are ordered in the rules.

7 With well-anointed limbs and eyes, wearing fair gem and golden ring, good priest is he, the Brahman's son: these things are ordered in the rules.

8 Pools with no place for drinking, and the wealthy man who gives nothing, the pretty girl you may not touch: these things are ordered in the rules.

9 Pools with good drinking places, and the wealthy man who freely gives, the pretty girl who may be touched: these things are ordered in the rules.

10 The favourite wife neglected, and the man who safely shuns the fight, a sluggish horse whom none may guide: these things are ordered in the rules.

11 The favourite wife most dearly loved, the man who safely goes to war, the fleet steed who obeys the rein: these things are ordered in the rules.

12 When, O God the Mighty, Thou, as no man could, didst plunge into the Ten Kings' fight, that was a guard for every man: for he is formed to stay disease.

13 Easily conquering, O Bountiful One, Thou, Hero, bentest Raji down, rentest asunder Rauhina, clavest in pieces Vritra's head.

14 Thou who didst separate the clouds and penetrate the water-floods, to Thee, great slayer of the foe, be glory, O God, yea, to Thee!

15 They said to the swift side-horse of the bays: Safely to victory, O Steed, bear the champion with the beauteous wreath.

16 They yoke the white mares; on the right harness of the bays is the swift side-horse; he rejoices as he carries the foremost of the warriors.