1 The sun, God's sign, mounts up to meet the Hero famous for His wealth, Who hurls the bolt and works for man.

2 Him who with might of both His arms brake nine-and-ninety castles down,

Overthrew Vrtra and smote Ahi dead.

3 This Mighty One is our gracious Friend. He sends us in a full broad stream

Riches in horses, kine, and corn.

4 Whatever, Vrtra-slayer! the sun hath risen upon to-day,

That, O Lord, all is in Thy power.

5 When, Mighty One, Lord of the brave, Thou thinkest thus, I shall not die,

That thought of Thine is true indeed.

6 Thou, O Lord, art near to all gifts shed for Thee,

Both far away and near at hand.

7 We make this Mighty One very strong to strike the mighty Vrtra dead:

A vigorous Hero shall He be.

8 The Mighty was made for giving, set, most mighty, o'er the joyous gift.

Bright, meet for Soma, famed in song.

9 By song as 'twere, the powerful bolt which none may parry was prepared

Lofty, invincible He grew.

10 O Lord, Song-lover, lauded, make even in the wilds fair ways for us,

Whenever, Bountiful One, Thou wilt.

11 Thou whose commandment and behest of sovereign sway none disregards,

Neither audacious man nor angel.

12 And both these, Earth and Heaven, Lord of the beauteous helm! revere

Thy might which no one may resist.

13 Thou in the black cows and the red and in the cows with spotted skin

This white milk hast deposited.

14 When in their terror all the angels shrank from the Dragon's furious might,

Fear of the monster fell on them.

15 Then He was my Defender, then, Invincible, whose foe is not,

The Vrtra-slayer showed His might.

16 Him your best Vrtra-slayer, him the famous Champion of mankind

I urge to great munificence,

17 To come, Much-lauded! Many-named with this same thought that longs for milk,

Whene'er the Soma juice is shed.

18 Much-honoured by our gifts, may the Vrtra-slayer wake for us:

May the Mighty One listen to our prayers.

19 O Hero, with that aid dost Thou delight us, with what succour bring

Riches to those who worship Thee?

20 With whose gift joys the Strong, the Hero with His team who quells

The foe, to accept the Soma juice?

21 Rejoicing in Thy spirit bring thousandfold opulence to us:

Enrich Thy votary with gifts.

25 For Thee, O Lord of Light, are shed these Soma-drops, and grass is strewn

Bring Thy grace to Thy worshippers.

26 May God give thee skill, and lights of heaven, wealth to His votary

And priests who praise Him: laud ye Him.

27 O Satakratu, wondrous strength and all our lauds I bring to Thee:

Be gracious to Thy worshippers.

28 Bring to us all things excellent, O Satakratu, food and strength:

For, O Lord, Thou art kind to us.

29 O Satakratu, bring to us all blessings, all felicity:

For, O Lord, Thou art kind to us.

30 Bearing the Soma juice we call, best Vrtra-slayer, unto Thee:

For, O Lord, Thou art kind to us.

31 Come, Lord of rapturous joys, to our gift with Thy Bay Steeds, come

To our gift with Thy Steeds.

32 Known as best Vrtra-slayer erst, as the Mighty Satakratu, come

With Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.

33 O Vrtra-slayer, Thou art He who receivest these drops of Soma: come

With Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.

34 May God give, to aid us, wealth handy that rules the Skilful Ones:

Yea, may the Strong give potent wealth.