3 Striving for strength bring forth a laud to the Lord, a truthful hymn.

One and another say, There is no God. Who hath beheld Him? Whom then shall we honour?

4 Behold My signs, O singer. All that existeth I surpass in greatness.

The Holy Law's commandments make Me mighty. Rending with strength I rend the worlds asunder.

6 All these Thy deeds must be declared at Soma-feasts, wrought, O Bountiful Lord, for him who sheds the juice,

When Thou didst open wealth heaped up by many, brought from far away to Sarabha, the Rsi's kin.

7 Now run ye forth your several ways: he is not here who kept you back.

For hath not the Lord sunk His bolt deep down in Vrtra's vital part?

9 Deep in the ocean lies the bolt with waters compassed round about,

And in continuous onward flow the floods their tribute bring to it.