1 Offer ye up as praise to Him that wherein God takes delight. The Soma-bringers magnify His great energy with hymns. Good are the gifts that God gives.

2 Sole among chiefs, companionless, impetuous, and peerless, He

Hath waxen great o'er many folk, yea, over all things born, in might.

3 Lord of swift bounty, He will win e'en with a steed of worthless sort.

This, O Lord, must be told of Thee who wilt perform heroic deeds.

4 Come to us hither: let us pay devotions that enhance Thy might,

For which, Most Potent! Thou wouldst fain bless the man here who strives for fame.

5 For Thou, O Lord, makest yet more bold the spirit of the bold

Who with strong Soma serveth Thee, still ready with his reverent prayers.

6 Worthy of song, He looketh down as a man looketh into wells.

Pleased with the Soma-bringer's skill He maketh him His friend.

7 In strength and wisdom all the angels, O Lord, have yielded unto Thee.

Be Thou the Guard of all, O Thou whom many praise.

8 Praised, O Lord, is this might of Thine, best for the service of the righteous,

That Thou with power dost overthrow Vrtra, O Lord of Strength.

9 He makes the races of mankind like assemblies of the Beauteous One.

God knows this His manifest deed, and is renowned.

10 Thy might, O Lord, and Thy mental power,

In Thy care, Bountiful One rich in kine! they have increased exceedingly.

11 O Vrtra-slayer, may we with Thine aid win the spoil.

Even malignity will consent, O Bolt-armed Hero, unto us.

12 Let us extol this Lord as truthful and never as untrue.

Dire is his death who pours no gifts; great light hath he who offers them. Good are the gifts that God gives.