a Thou from of old.

b The wise contrivings.

c The Mighty on all sides.

d The Mighty, men.

e Do thou guard us, O Provider, on all sides,

O King, from him who plots evil;

Let not the friend of such as thou come to harm.

f Thy places in the sky, in the earth,

In the mountains, in the plants, in the waters,

With all of these, kindly and without anger,

Do thou, O King, accept our oblations.

g O Radiant One and Provider, united,

With common offering, accept our prayers,

Ye were born together among the angels.

h Ye, O Radiant One and Provider, with common inspiration,

Placed these lights in the sky;

Ye freed the streams from the dread imprecation

When they were held fast.

i O Radiant One and Provider, hearken kindly,

O ye strong ones, to my invocation;

Accept gladly our songs,

Be a refreshment to the giver.

k One from the sky Matarishvan bore,

The falcon churned another from the rock;

Radiant One and Provider, waxing great through prayer,

Ye made broad room for the sacrifice.

l O Radiant One and Provider, the oblation which is set forth,

Do ye taste, accept it, rejoice in it, O ye strong ones

Of good protection, of good help be ye,

And give to the sacrificer health and wealth.

m Swell.

n Together thee.

o Lord of the troop, we invoke thee,

Sage of sages, most famous;

Highest king of prayers, O lord of prayer,

Hearkening to us with help do thou sit on thy place.

p He shall win booty and prizes with tribe,

With clan, with family, with sons, with men,

Who shall seek to win the father of the angels,

Pious with oblations, the lord of prayer.

q He with his fair singing, harmonious troop,

Crushed Vala and Phaliga with his cry;

The Lord of Prayer drove out the cows, which mix the offerings,

Thundering as they lowed.

r O Maruts, what time from the sky.

s The protections that ye.

t The Giver goes, the mighty bull,

The giver of wealth, much invoked, deserving;

With a thousand eyes, opening the cow-pens, with the thunderbolt in His arm,

May God bestow upon us wealth.

u Thy many paths, O Giver, on which the angels go,

O King, which come from the sky,

With these, O God, grant us great protection;

Be auspicious to our bipeds, to our quadrupeds.

v From the depth to the top, sung by the Angirases,

He moved asunder the firm places of the mountains;

He burst their cunningly made obstructions;

These things did the Mighty in the joy of the provision.

w From the depth with the top He meted with measures,

With the thunderbolt He crushed the hollows of the streams;

Lightly He freed them with paths of long wanderings;

These things did the Mighty in the joy of the provision.

x Who was born knowing His connexion,

God declares all births,

From the middle of holy power He bore out holy power,

From low on high He arose at His will.

y Born in greatness, He established apart the great ones,

The sky as a seat and the atmosphere of earth;

From the depth He has won to the top with His race,

Whose Lord is the Lord of Prayer, the sovereign.

z Him who with might rises from the depth to the top,

The Lord of Prayer, the angels desire to win;

He broke Vala, He rends the forts,

Thundering He won the heaven and the waters.