1 When, foul with secret stain, ye hastened onward to the breast, all God's enemies were slain and passed away like froth and foam.

2 God the Mighty is He, O men, who gives us happiness: sport, urge the giver of delight to win the spoil. Bring quickly down, O priests, hither to give us aid, to accept the offering, God the Mighty.

3 So have I glorified with praise the strong swift sun-steed, conquering, a sign of God. Sweet may He make our mouths; may He prolong the days we have to live.

4 The gifts very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow, effused, the source of joy. May your strong juices reach the angels.

5 The pure stream flows on for the sake of the Mighty: thus have the angels declared. The Lord of Speech exerts himself, ruler of all, because of might.

6 Inciter of the voice of song, with thousand streams the ocean flows, even the provision, Lord of Opulence, the friend of the Mighty, day by day.

7 The black drop sank in Ansumati's bosom, advancing with ten thousand round about it: God with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted laid aside his weapons.

8 I saw the drop in the far distance moving, on the slope bank of Ansumati's river, like a black cloud that sank into the water. Heroes, I send you forth. Go, fight in battle.

9 And then the drop in Ansumati's bosom, splendid with light, assumed its proper body; and God the Mighty, with the Lord of Prayer to aid him, conquered the godless tribes that came against him.

10 When, at Thy birth, Thou wast the foeman, O God, of those seven who never had met a rival, the hidden pair, the heaven and earth, Thou didst reveal, and to the mighty worlds Thou gavest pleasure.

11 So, Thou of the thunderbolt, with Thy bolt of thunder didst boldly smite that power which none might equal; with weapons broughtest low the might of Sushna, and, O God, foundest by Thy strength the cattle.

12 We make this Mighty One very strong to strike the mighty Vritra dead: a vigorous Hero shall He be.

13 God was made for giving, set, most mighty, o'er the joyous draught, bright, meet for the offering, famed in song.

14 By song, as it were, the powerful bolt which none may parry was prepared: lofty, invincible He grew.