1 On a high car, O Mighty One, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither.

Accept the gifts at our worship, wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our offering.

2 Stay still, O Bountiful One, advance no farther, a well-prepared gift will I give Thee.

With sweetest song I grasp, O Mighty One, Thy garment's hem as a child grasps his father's.

3 Attendant, sing we both; sing thou in answer: make we a laud acceptable to the Mighty One.

Upon this worshipper's grass He is seated: to the Mighty One shall our eulogy be uttered.

7 Bounteous are these, the Angirases, of varied form: the Lord's heroes and the sons of heaven.

They, giving store of wealth to Visvamitra, prolong his life through countless offerings.

8 The Bountiful One weareth every shape at pleasure, effecting wondrous changes by His power,

Holy One, coming thrice, in a moment, through fit prayers, from heaven.

9 The mighty sage, God-born and God-incited, who looks on men, restrained the billowy river.

When Visvamitra was Sudas's escort, then the Mighty One through the Kusikas grew friendly.

10 Like swans, prepare a song of praise with pressing-stones, glad in your hymns with juice poured forth in worship.

Ye singers, with the angels, sages who look on men, ye Kusikas, drink up the savoury meath.

11 Come forward, Kusikas, and be attentive; let loose Sudas's horse to win him riches.

East, west, and north, let the King slay the foeman, then at earth's choicest place perform his worship.

12 Praises to the Mighty One have I sung, sustainer of this earth and heaven. This prayer of Visvamitra keeps secure the race of Bharatas.

13 The Visvamitras have sung forth this prayer to the Thunder-armed:

So let Him make us prosperous.

15 The Word, the gift of the line of Jamadagni, hath sounded with mighty voice dispelling famine.

The Daughter of the Sun hath spread our glory, imperishable, deathless.

16 The Word brought glory speedily to these, over the generations of the Fivefold Race;

Daughter of Paksa, she bestows new vital power, she whom the ancient Jamadagni gave to me.

17 Strong be the pair of oxen, firm the axles, let not the pole slip nor the yoke be broken.

May the Mighty One keep the yoke-pins from decaying: attend us, Thou whose fellies are uninjured.

18 O Mighty One, give our bodies strength, strength to the bulls who draw the wains,

Strength to our seed and progeny that they may live, for Thou art He who giveth strength.

19 Enclose thee in the heart of Khayar timber, in the car wrought of Sinsapa put firmness.

Show thyself strong, O axle, fixed and strengthened: throw us not from the car whereon we travel.

20 Let not this sovereign of the wood leave us forlorn or injure us.

Safe may we be until we reach our homes and rest us and unyoke.

21 With various aids this day come to us, O Mighty One, with best aids speed us, Bountiful Hero.

Let him who hateth us fall headlong downward: him whom we hate let vital breath abandon.

22 He heats his very axe, and then cuts a mere blossom off.

O Mighty One, like a caldron cracked and seething, so he pours out foam.

23 Men notice not the arrow, O ye people; they bring the red beast deeming it a bullock.

A sluggish steed men run not with the courser, nor ever lead an ass before a charger.

24 These men, the sons of Bharata, O Mighty One, regard not severance or close connexion.

They urge their own steed as it were another's, and take him, swift as the bow's string, to battle.