I — God the Mighty

1 Men with their lauds are urging Thee, O Mighty, to accept their gift first; the skilled in accord have lifted up their voice, and the strong sung Thee as the first.

2 The Mighty, at worship, increased His manly strength, in the wild rapture of this juice: and living men to-day, even as of old, sing forth their praises to His majesty.

II — God the Mighty and the Radiant

1 O Mighty and Radiant! singers skilled in melody, with lauds, hymn you: I choose you both to bring me food.

2 O Mighty and Radiant! ye shook down, together, with one mighty deed, the ninety forts which oppressors held.

3 To the Mighty and the Radiant prayers go forward from the holy task, along the path of sacred Law.

4 O Mighty and Radiant, powers are yours, yours are offerings and abodes: good is your zealous energy.

III — God the Mighty

1 O Mighty, with all Thy saving helps assist us, Lord of power and might! For after Thee we follow even as glorious bliss, Thee, hero, finder-out of wealth!

2 Increaser of our steeds and multiplying kine, a golden well, O God, art Thou, for no one may impair the gift laid up in Thee. Bring me whatever thing I ask!

IV — God the Mighty

1 For Thou—come to the worshipper!—wilt find great wealth to make us rich. Fill Thyself full, O Bountiful, for gain of kine, full, O Mighty, for the gain of steeds!

2 Thou as Thy gift bestowest many hundred herds, yea, many thousands dost Thou give. With singers' hymns have we brought the fort-render near, singing to the Mighty for His grace.

V — God the Radiant

1 To Him who dealeth out all wealth, the sweet-toned guide of men, to Him, like the first vessels filled with savoury juice, to God let the lauds go forth!

2 Votaries, bounteous givers, deck Him with their songs, even as the steed who draws the car. To both, strong Lord of men! to kith and kin convey the bounties of our wealthy lords!

VI — God the All-Seeing

1 Hear this my call, O All-Seeing, and show Thy gracious love today: desiring help I long for Thee!

VII — God the Mighty

1 O Hero, with what aid dost Thou delight us, with what succour bring riches to those who worship Thee?

VIII — God the Mighty

1 The Mighty for the service of the righteous, the Mighty while worship proceeds, the Mighty, as worshippers, in battle-shock we call, the Mighty that we may win the spoil.

2 With might hath the Mighty spread out heaven and earth, with power hath He lightened up the sun. In Him are all creatures closely held; in Him meet the distilling drops.

IX — God the Creator

1 Bring, O Creator of all, strengthened by devotion, Thyself, Thy body—'tis Thine own—for worship. Let other men around us live in folly; here let us have a rich and liberal patron!

X — The Purifying Provision of God

1 With this His golden splendour purifying all, He with His own allies subdues all enemies, as the sun with his own rays. Cleansing Himself with stream of juice He shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with His praisers He encompasses all forms, with praisers having seven mouths.

2 He moves intelligent directed to the east. The every beauteous car rivals the beams of light, the beautiful celestial car. Hymns, lauding manly valour, came inciting the Mighty to success, that ye may be unconquered, both thy bolt and thou, both be unconquered in the war.

3 That treasure of the misers thou discoveredst. Thou with the mothers deckest thee in thine abode, with songs of worship in thine home. As 'twere from far away is heard the psalm where hymns resound in joy. He, with the triple Dames red-hued, hath won life-power, he, gleaming, hath won vital strength.

XI — God the Nourisher

1 Yea, cause our hymn to gain for us cattle and steeds and store of wealth, that it may help us manfully!

XII — The Angels

1 Heroes of real strength, ye mark either the sweat of him who toils, or his desire who supplicates.

XIII — The Angels

1 The servants of the Everlasting shall listen to our songs of praise, and be exceeding kind to us.

XIV — Heaven and Earth

1 To both of you, O Heaven and Earth, we bring our lofty song of praise, pure pair! to glorify you both.

2 Ye sanctify each other's form; by your own proper strength ye rule: further the worship evermore!

3 Promoting and fulfilling, ye, mighty ones, perfect the law of the Friend: ye sit around our worship.

XV — God the Mighty

1 This is Thine own. Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his mate: Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.

2 O hero, Lord of bounties, praised in hymns, may glorious fame and might be his who sings the laud to Thee.

3 Lord of a Hundred Powers, rise up to be our succour in this fight: in other fights let us agree.

XVI — The Offerings

1 Ye cows, protect the fount: the two mighty ones bless the gathering. The handles twain are wrought of gold.

2 The pressing-stones are set at work: the sweetness is poured into the tank at the out-shedding of the fount.

3 With reverence they drain the fount that circles with its wheel above, exhaustless, with the mouth below.

XVII — God the Mighty

1 Let us not tire or be afraid with Thee, the mighty, for our friend! May we see the great deed, O hero, which must be glorified.

2 On His left hip the hero hath reclined Himself: the proffered feast offends Him not. The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither, haste, and accept!

XVIII — God the Mighty

1 May these my songs of praise exalt Thee, Lord, who hast abundant wealth! Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to Thee.

2 He, when a thousand sages have enhanced His praise, hath like an ocean spread Himself. His majesty is praised as true at solemn rites, His power where holy singers rule.

XIX — God the Mighty

1 Good Lord of wealth is He to whom all peoples here belong. Directly unto Thee, the pious, is that wealth brought nigh.

2 In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling fatness, rich in sweets. Riches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are flowing the drops.

XX — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Flow to us, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds, and do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue.

2 Lord of the tawny, thou who art the most special food of the righteous, as friend to friend, for splendour be thou good to men!

3 Drive utterly far away from us each godless, each voracious foe; overcome and drive the false afar!

XXI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the sweetness. They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing place: cleansing with gold they grasp the animal herein.

2 Sing forth to the Purifier skilled in holy song! the juice is flowing onward like a mighty stream. He glideth like a serpent from his ancient skin, and like a playful horse the tawny Steer hath run.

3 Dweller in floods, King, foremost, he displays his might, set among living things as measure of days. Distilling oil he flows, fair, billowy, golden-hued, borne on car of light, sharing in home with wealth.