1 O Thou who slewest the obstructor, come, O Mighty One, hither to our side, Mighty One with Thy mighty aids.

2 Swift and impetuous art Thou, wondrous amid the well-dressed folk: Thou doest marvels for our help.

3 Even with the weak Thou smitest down him who is stronger, with Thy strength, the mighty, with the friends Thou hast.

4 O Mighty One, we are close to Thee; to Thee we sing aloud our songs: help and defend us, even us.

5 As such, O Caster of the Stone, come with Thy succours wonderful, blameless, and irresistible.

6 May we be friends of One like Thee, O Mighty One, with the wealth of kine, comrades for lively energy.

7 For Thou, O Mighty One, art alone the Lord of strength that comes from kine: so grant Thou us abundant food.

8 They turn Thee not another way, when, lauded, Lover of the Song, Thou wilt give wealth to those who praise.

9 The Gotamas have sung their song of praise to Thee that Thou mayst give, O Mighty One, for lively energy.

10 We will declare Thy hero deeds, what forts Thou brakest down, attacking them in rapturous joy.

11 The sages sing those manly deeds which, O Mighty One, Lover of the Song, Thou wroughtest when the gift flowed.

12 The Gotamas who bring Thee praises have grown strong by Thee. Give them renown with hero sons.

13 For, O Mighty One, verily Thou art the general treasure even of all. Thee, therefore, do we invocate.

14 Excellent Mighty One, turn to us: be gracious among us.

15 May praise from us who think on Thee, O Mighty One, bring Thee near to us. Turn Thy two bay steeds hitherward.

16 Accept our offering of cake: be gracious to the songs we sing.

17 To the Mighty One for a thousand steeds well-trained and fleet of foot we pray, and hundred jars of gifts.

18 We make a hundred of Thy kine, yea, and a thousand, hasten nigh: so let Thy bounty come to us.

19 We have obtained, a gift from Thee, ten water-ewers wrought of gold: Thou, slayer of the obstructor, givest much.

20 A bounteous Giver, give us much, bring much and not a trifling gift: much, O Mighty One, wilt Thou fain bestow.

21 O slayer of the obstructor, Thou art famed in many a place as bountiful Hero: Thy bounty let us share.

22 I praise Thy pair of tawny steeds, wise Son of him who giveth kine: terrify not the cows with these.

24 For me the bays are ready when I start, or start not, with the dawn, innocuous in the ways they take.