1 With powers of Mighty Ones hath He, Ancient, Beloved, been equipped, Through whom Manu our father made prayers efficacious.

2 Him, Maker of the sky, let stones wet with the Soma ne'er forsake,

Nor hymns and prayer that must be said.

3 God who knew full well disclosed the kine to the Angirases.

This His great deed must be extolled.

4 God, promoter of the song, the sage's Strengthener as of old,

Shall come to bless and succour us at presentation of this laud.

5 Now after their desire's intent the pious singers with loud cry

have sung loud hymns to Thee, O Lord, to gain a stall of kine.

6 With God rest all deeds of might, deeds done and yet to be performed,

Whom singers know devoid of guile.

7 When the Five Tribes with all their men to God have sent out their voice,

And when the priest hath strewn much grass, this is the Friend's own dwelling-place.

8 This praise is verily Thine own: Thou hast performed these manly deeds,

And sped the wheel upon its way.

11 Yea, Hero, with the singers we sing to the duly-coming Band.

Allied with Thee may we prevail.

12 With us are raining clouds accordant in call to battle, at the death of Vrtra,

The strong assigned to him who sings and praises. May the angels with God at their head protect us.