1 Not to forsake me, I invoke this Lord, girt by the angels of the winds, Lord of wondrous power who rules with might.

2 This Mighty One with His angelic helpers clave into pieces Vrtra's head

With hundred-knotted thunderbolt.

3 The Mighty One, with His angelic helpers, hath rent asunder Vrtra, and

Released the waters of the sea.

4 This is that Mighty One who, begirt by the angels, won the light of heaven

That He might bestow the Soma juice.

5 Mighty, impetuous, begirt by the angels, Him who loudly roars,

The Lord we invocate with songs.

6 The Lord, begirt by the angels, we invoke after the ancient plan,

That He may accept the Soma gift.

7 O liberal Lord, much-lauded Satakratu, accept

The Soma at this devotion.

8 To Thee, O Lord, these Soma juices, Thunderer!

Are offered from the heart with lauds.

9 Accept, O Lord, pressed Soma at the morning rites,

Whetting Thy thunderbolt with strength.

11 O Lord, both worlds complained to Thee when uttering Thy fearful roar,

What time Thou smotest the oppressors dead.

12 From the Mighty One have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts,

Delicate, faithful, to the Law.