1 Impetuous, true, let the Bountiful One come hither, and let His tawny coursers speed to reach us. For Him have we prepared a gift exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let Him effect His visit.

2 Unyoke, as at Thy journey's end, O Hero, to be gracious to us today at this offering. Like Usana, the priest, a laud shall utter, a hymn to Thee, the Lord Divine, who markest.

3 When the Bull accepts and praises our offering, as a sage paying holy rites in secret, seven singers here from heaven hath He raised up, who even by day have wrought their works while singing.

4 When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent (they made great splendour shine at break of morning), He with His succour, best of Heroes, scattered the blinding darkness so that men saw clearly.

5 The Mighty One, Impetuous, hath waxed immensely: He with His vastness hath filled earth and heaven. Even beyond this His majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all the worlds in greatness.

6 The Powerful One who knoweth well all human actions hath with His eager friends let loose the waters. They with their songs cleft even the mountain open and willingly disclosed the stall of cattle.

7 He smote away the floods' obstructer; Earth, conscious, lent her aid to speed Thy thunder. Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean, as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.

8 When, Much-invoked! the water's rock Thou cleftest, Sarama showed herself and went before Thee. Hymned by the Angirases, bursting the cow-stalls, much strength Thou foundest for us as our leader.

9 Come, Bountiful One, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring Thee in battle for the sunlight. Speed him with help in his inspired invokings: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless enemy.

12 For Kutsa, with Thy thousand, Thou at daybreak didst hurl down greedy Susna, foe of harvest. Quickly with Kutsa's friend destroy the enemies, and roll the chariot-wheel of the sun near us.

13 Thou to the son of Vidathin, Rjisvan, gavest up mighty Mrgaya and Pipru. Thou smotest down the swarthy fifty thousand, and rentest forts as age consumes a garment.

15 Wishes for wealth have gone to the Mighty One, longing for Him in war for light and at offering, eager for glory, labouring with praise-songs: He is like home, like sweet and fair nutrition.

16 Call we for you that Mighty One, prompt to listen, Him who hath done so much for men's advantage; who, Lord of envied bounty, to a singer like me brings quickly booty worth the capture.

17 When the sharp-pointed arrow, O Thou Hero, flieth mid any conflict of the people, when, Faithful One, the dread encounter cometh, then be Thou the Protector of our body.

18 Further the holy thoughts of Vamadeva; be Thou a guileless Friend in fight for booty. We come to Thee whose providence protects us: wide be Thy sway for ever for Thy singer.

19 O Mighty One, with these men who love Thee truly, free givers, Bountiful One, in every battle, may we rejoice through many autumns, quelling our foes, as days subdue the nights with splendour.

20 Now, as the Bhrgus wrought a car, for the Strong, the Mighty One, we our prayer have fashioned, that He may never withdraw from us His friendship, but be our bodies' guard and strong defender.

21 Now, O Mighty One! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell, high like rivers, for the singer. For Thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.