1 O Lord, the poets with their hymns extol this hero might of Thine: They strengthened, loud in song, Thy power that droppeth oil. With hymns the Pauras came to Thee.

2 Through piety they came to the Lord for His aid, they whose gifts give Thee joy.

As Thou with Krsa and Samvarta hast rejoiced, so, O Lord, be Thou glad with us.

5 O Lord, with Thine own bounteous gift, most liberal of the Mighty,

Be our boon benefactor, Vrtra-slayer, be our feast-companion for our weal.

6 Leader of heroes, Lord of battle, lead Thou us to combat, Thou Most Sapient One.

High fame is theirs who win by invocations, feasts and entertainment of guests.

7 Our hopes rest on the Faithful One: in the Lord is the people's life.

O Bountiful, come nigh that Thou mayst give us aid: make plenteous food stream forth for us.

8 Thee would we worship, O Lord, with our songs of praise: O Satakratu, be Thou ours.

Pour down upon Praskanva bounty vast and firm, exuberant, that shall never fail.