1 The friends who give for Thy sake long to find Thee: they pour forth their offerings and present their food.

They bear unmoved the cursing of the people, for all our wisdom comes from Thee, O Mighty One.

2 Not far from Thee are mid-air's loftiest regions: start hither, Lord of Bays, with Thy bay horses.

Made for the Firm and Strong are these offerings. The pressing-stones are set and the fire is kindled.

3 Fair cheeks hath the Mighty, the Bountiful, the Victor, Lord of a great host, Stormer, strong in action.

What once Thou didst in might when mortals vexed Thee, where now, O Bull, are those Thy hero exploits?

4 For, overthrowing what hath ne'er been shaken, Thou goest forth alone destroying obstructors.

For him who followeth Thy Law the mountains and heaven and earth stand as if firmly established.

5 Yea, Much-invoked! in safety through Thy glories alone Thou speakest truth as the slayer of the obstructor.

E'en these two boundless worlds to Thee, O Mighty One, what time Thou graspest them, are but a handful.

6 Forthwith Thy bay steeds down the steep, O Mighty One, forth, crushing foemen, goes Thy bolt of thunder!

Slay those who meet Thee, those who flee, who follow: make all Thy promise true; be all completed.

7 The man to whom Thou givest as Provider enjoys domestic plenty undivided.

Blest, O Mighty One, is Thy favour dropping fatness: Thy worship, Much-invoked! brings gifts in thousands.

8 Thou, O Mighty One, Much-invoked! didst crush to pieces Kunaru, the handless fiend who dwelt with Danu.

Thou with might, O Mighty One, smotest dead the scorner, the footless obstructor as he waxed in vigour.

9 Thou hast established in her seat, O Mighty One, the level earth, vast, vigorous, unbounded.

The Bull hath propped the heaven and air's mid-region. By Thee sent onward let the floods flow hither.

10 He who withheld the kine, in silence I yielded in fear before Thy blow, O Mighty One.

He made paths easy to drive forth the cattle. Loud-breathing praises helped the Much-invoked One.

11 The Mighty One alone filled full the earth and heaven, the Pair who meet together, rich in treasures.

Yea, bring Thou near us from the air's mid-region strength, on Thy car, and wholesome food, O Hero.

12 The sun transgresses not the ordered limits set daily by the Lord of Tawny Coursers.

When to the goal he comes, his journey ended, his steeds he looses: this is God's doing.

13 Men gladly in the course of night would look on the broad bright front of the refulgent Morning;

And all acknowledge, when she comes in glory, the manifold and goodly works of the Mighty One.

14 A mighty splendour rests upon her bosom: bearing ripe milk the cow, unripe, advances.

All sweetness is collected in the heifer, sweetness which the Mighty One made for our enjoyment.

15 Barring the way they come. Be firm, O Mighty One; aid friends in worship and him who singeth.

These must be slain by Thee, malignant mortals, armed with ill arts, our quiver-bearing foemen.

16 A cry is heard from enemies most near us: against them send Thy fiercest-flaming weapon.

Rend them from under, crush them and subdue them. Slay, O Bountiful One, and make the fiends our booty.

17 Root up the race of the wicked, O Mighty One; rend it in front and crush it in the middle.

How long hast Thou behaved as one who wavers? Cast Thy hot dart at him who hates devotion.

18 When borne by strong steeds for our weal, O Leader, Thou seatest Thee at many noble feasts,

May we be winners of abundant riches. May the Mighty One be our wealth with store of children.

19 Bestow on us resplendent wealth. O Mighty One, let us enjoy Thine overflow of bounty.

Wide as a sea our longing hath expanded, fulfil it, O Thou Treasure-Lord of treasures.

20 With kine and horses satisfy this longing, with very splendid bounty extend it.

Seeking the light, with hymns to Thee, O Mighty One, the Kusikas have brought their gift, the singers.

21 Lord of the kine, burst the kine's stable open: cows shall be ours, and strength that wins the booty.

Hero, whose might is true, Thy home is heaven: to us, O Bountiful One, grant gifts of cattle.

22 Call we on the Bountiful, the auspicious Mighty One, best Hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,

The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the obstructors, wins and gathers riches.