1 O Thunderer, zealous worshippers made offerings for Thy sake this time yesterday.

So, O Lord, listen here to those who bring the laud: come near unto our dwelling-place.

2 Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed, rejoice: this we crave. Here the disposers wait on Thee.

Thy loftiest glories claim our lauds beside the juice, O Lord, Lover of the Song.

3 Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun, enjoy from the Lord all good things.

When he who will be born is born with power we look to treasures as our heritage.

4 Praise Him who sends us wealth, whose bounties injure none: good are the gifts which the Lord grants.

He is not wroth with one who satisfies His wish: He turns His mind to giving boons.

5 Thou in Thy battles, O Lord, art subduer of all hostile bands.

Guardian art Thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, Thou victor of the vanquisher.

6 The Earth and Heaven clung close to Thy victorious might as to their calf two mother-cows.

When Thou attackest Vrtra all the hostile bands shrink and faint, O Lord, at Thy wrath.

7 Bring to your aid the Eternal One, who shoots and none may shoot at Him,

Inciter, swift, victorious, best of Charioteers. Tugrya's unvanquished Strengthener;

8 Arranger of things unarranged, e'en Satakratu, source of might,

The Friend of all, for succour we invoke, Guardian of treasure, sending wealth.