1 Both boons,-may the Mighty One, hitherward turned, listen to this prayer of ours,

And the mightiest Bountiful One with thought inclined to us come near to receive the Soma gift.

2 Strong, independent Ruler. Thou art first among all in place.

3 Fill our hands, O Lord of wealth, with the bounty we seek.

We know Thee, Lord of Bay Steeds, victor in the fight, vanquishing e'en the invincible.

4 Changeless in truth, O Bountiful, let it be as Thou in wisdom willest it.

May we, O fair of cheek, win booty with Thine aid, O Thunderer, swiftly seeking it.

5 O Lord, with all Thy saving helps give us assistance, Lord of power.

For after Thee we follow even as glorious bliss, Thee, Hero, finder-out of wealth.

6 Increaser of our steeds and multiplying kine, a golden well, O God, art Thou,

For no one may impair the gifts laid up in Thee. Bring me whatever thing I ask.

7 For Thou,-come to the worshipper! -wilt find great wealth to make us rich.

Fill our hands, O Bountiful, for gain of kine, for the gain of steeds.

8 Thou as Thy gift bestowest many hundred herds, yea, many thousands dost Thou give.

With singers' hymns have we brought the Fort-render near, singing to God for His grace.

9 Whether the simple or the sage, O Lord, have offered praise to Thee,

Thou, Satakratu! by his love hast been gladdened, ambitious! ever pressing on!

10 If He the Strong of arm, the breaker-down of forts, the great Destroyer, hear my call,

We, seeking riches cry to the Lord of wealth, to Satakratu with our lauds.

11 We count not then as sinners, nor as niggardly or foolish men,

When with the Soma juice which we have shed we seek God, the Mighty One, as our Friend.

12 Him have we yoked in fight, the powerful Conqueror, debt-claimer, not to be deceived.

Best charioteer, the Victor marks each fault, He knows the strong to whom He will come near.

13 O Lord, give us security from that whereof we are afraid.

Help us, O Bountiful, let Thy succour give us this: drive away foes and enemies.

14 For Thou, O liberal Lord of bounty, strengthenest his ample home who worships Thee.

So Lord, Bountiful, Thou Lover of the Song, we with pressed Soma call on Thee,

15 God is Vrtra-slayer, guard, our best defender from the foe.

May He preserve our last and middlemost, and keep watch from behind us and before.

16 Defend us from behind, below, above, in front, on all sides, O Lord, shield us well.

Keep far away from us the terror sent from heaven: keep impious weapons far away.

17 Protect us, O Lord, each to-day, each morrow, and each following day.

Our singers, through all days, shalt Thou, Lord of the brave, keep safely both by day and night.

18 A crushing Warrior, passing rich is the Bountiful, endowed with all heroic might.

Thine arms, O Satakratu, are exceeding strong, arms which have grasped the thunderbolt.