1 Even as an archer shoots afar his arrow, offer the laud to him with meet adornment.

Quell with your voice the wicked's voice, O sages. Singer, bring the Mighty One near to the offering.

2 Draw thy Friend to thee like a cow at milking: O Singer, wake up the Mighty One.

Make the Hero haste to give us riches even as a vessel filled brimful with treasure.

3 Why, Bountiful, do they call thee Giver? Quicken me: thou, I hear, art he who quickens.

Mighty One, let my intelligence be active, and bring us luck that finds great wealth.

4 Standing, in battle for their rights, together, the people in the fray invoke thee.

Him who brings gifts the Hero makes his comrade: with him who pours no offering he seeks not friendship.

5 Whoso with plenteous food for him expresses strong juice as much quickly-coming treasure,

For him he overthrows in early morning his swift well-weaponed foes, and slays the tyrant.

6 He unto whom we offer praises, Bountiful, who hath joined to ours his wishes,

Before him even afar the foe must tremble: low before him must bow all human glories.

7 With thy fierce bolt, O Lord invoked of many, drive to a distance from afar the foeman.

Give us wealth in corn and cattle, and make thy singer's prayer gain strength and riches.

8 The Receiver of strong offerings rich in the boons they bring, the potent drops,

He, Bountiful, will not restrict his bounty: he brings much wealth unto the presser.

9 Yea, by superior play he wins advantage, when he, a gambler, piles his gains in season.

Celestial-natured, he o'erwhelms with riches the devotee who keeps not back his treasure.

10 O Much-invoked, may we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle.

May we allied, as first in rank, with princes obtain possessions by our own exertion.

11 May the Lord of Prayer protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners!

May the Mighty from the front, and from the centre, as Friend to friends, vouchsafe us room and freedom.