1 He like a bull with sharpened horns, terrific, singly excites and agitates all the people:

Thou givest him who largely pours his gifts the goods of him who pours not, for his own possession.

2 Thou, verily, O Mighty One, gavest help to Kutsa, willingly giving car to him in battle,

When, aiding Arjuneya, Thou subduedst to him both Kuyava and the Dasa Susna.

3 O Bold One, Thou with all Thine aids hast boldly holpen Sudas whose offerings were accepted,

Puru in winning land and slaying foemen, and Trasadasyu son of Purukutsa.

4 At the banquet of the righteous, hero-souled! with heroes, Lord of Bay Steeds, Thou slewest many foemen.

Thou sentest in swift death to sleep the oppressor, both Cumuri and Dhuni, for Dabhiti.

5 These were Thy mighty powers that, Thunder-wielder, Thou swiftly crushedst nine-and-ninety castles:

Thou capturedst the hundredth in Thine onslaught; Thou slewest Namuci, Thou slewest Vrtra.

6 Old are the blessings, O Mighty One, which Thou gavest Sudas the worshipper who brought offerings.

For Thee, the Strong, I yoke Thy strong Bay Horses: may our prayers reach Thee and win strength, Most Mighty!

7 Give us not up, Lord of Bay Horses, Victor, in this Thine own assembly, to the wicked.

Deliver us with true and faithful succours: dear may we be to Thee among the princes.

8 May we men, Bountiful One, the friends Thou lovest, near Thee be joyful under Thy protection.

Fain to fulfil the wish of Atithigva humble, the pride of Turvasa and Yadva.

9 Swiftly, in truth, O Bountiful One, about Thee men skilled in hymning sing their songs and praises.

Elect us also into their assembly who by their calls on Thee despoiled the niggards.

10 Thine are these lauds, O manliest of heroes, lauds which revert to us and give us riches.

Favour these, O God, when they fight with foemen, as Friend and Hero and the heroes' Helper.

11 Now, lauded for Thine aid, Heroic God, sped by our prayer, wax mighty in Thy power.

Apportion to us strength and habitations. Protect us evermore with blessings.