Decade I — God the Mighty and others

1 These offerings mixed with curd have been prepared for the Mighty One here: come with Thy bay steeds, Thunder-wielder, to our home, to be glad in them!

2 O Mighty One, these offerings with their lauds have been prepared for Thy delight. Accept the pleasant gift and listen to our songs; lover of song, reward the hymn!

3 I call on Thee this day, inspirer of the psalm, O Mighty One, the richly-yielding milch-cow who provides unfailing food in ample stream.

4 O Mighty One, the strong and lofty hills are powerless to bar Thy way. None stays that act of Thine when Thou wouldst fain give wealth to one like me who sings Thy praise.

5 Who knows what vital power he wins, beside the flowing juice? This is the fair-cheeked God who, joying in the gift, breaks down the castles in His strength.

6 What time Thou castest from his seat and punishest the man without worship, strengthen for opulence, O Mighty, our plant desired by many a one!

7 Let the Maker, the Lord of prayer, the Giver of rain guard our heavenly word; let the Boundless with her sons, the brothers, guard for us the invincible, the saving word!

8 Ne'er art Thou fruitless, O Mighty One, ne'er dost Thou desert the worshipper: but now, O Bountiful, Thy bounty as God is poured forth ever more and more.

9 Best slayer of the wicked, yoke Thy bay steeds far away. Come with the high ones hither, Bountiful, to us, mighty, to accept our offering!

10 O Thunderer, zealous worshippers gave Thee this time yesterday: so, O Mighty, listen here to him who offers lauds: come near unto our dwelling-place!

Decade II

1 Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen. The mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the light.

2 These morning prayers call you at the break of day. For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit all.

3 Where are ye, servants? What mortal man glows with zeal for you, urging you thus or otherwise?

4 This sweetest offering hath been prepared for you at morning rites. Accept this prepared ere yesterday and give treasures to him who offers it!

5 Let me not, still beseeching Thee with might and sound of offerings, anger at worship a fierce wild creature! Who would not beseech the Almighty One!

6 Servant, let the offering flow, for the Mighty longs to receive it. He even now hath yoked His vigorous bay steeds: the slayer of evil hath come nigh.

7 Bring Thou all this unto the good, O Mighty One, to the old and young! For, Bountiful, Thou art rich in treasures from of old, to be invoked in every fight.

8 If I, O Mighty One, were the lord of riches ample as Thine own, I would support the singer, God who scatterest wealth! and not abandon him to woe.

9 Thou in Thy battles, O Mighty, art subduer of all hostile bands. Thou art all-conquering, cancelling the curse, victor of the vanquisher!

10 For in Thy might Thou stretchest out beyond the mansions of the sky. The earthly region, O Mighty, comprehends Thee not. Thou hast waxed mighty over all.

Decade III

1 Pressed is the juice divine with milk commingled: thereto hath the Mighty ever been accustomed. We wake Thee, Lord of bays, with worship: mark this our laud in the joys of the offering!

2 A home is made for Thee to dwell in, O Mighty: O much-invoked one, with the men go thither! Thou, that Thou mayest guard us and increase us, givest us wealth and joyest in the offerings.

3 The well Thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were obstructed. Thou, laying the great mountain open, slaying the evil one, didst loose the torrents.

4 When we have pressed the juice we laud Thee, O Mighty, most valorous! even about to win the booty. Bring us prosperity, and by Thy great wisdom, under Thine own protection, may we conquer!

5 Thy right hand have we grasped in ours, O Mighty, longing, Thou very Lord of wealth, for treasures. Because we know Thee, hero, Lord of cattle: vouchsafe us mighty and resplendent riches!

6 Men call on the Mighty in the armed encounter that He may make the hymns they sing decisive. Hero in combat and in love of glory, give us a portion of the stall of cattle!

7 Like birds of beauteous wing the seekers of wisdom, the righteous, imploring, have come nigh to God. Dispel the darkness and fill full our vision: deliver us as men whom snares entangle!

8 They gaze on Thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strong-winged bird that mounteth skyward; on Thee, the Bird that hasteneth to the home of the departed.

9 First in the ancient time was Prayer engendered: the wise disclosed the bright ones from the summit, laid bare this world's lowest and highest regions, womb of the existent and the non-existent.

10 They have prepared and fashioned for this hero words never matched, most plentiful, most auspicious, for Him the ancient, great, strong, energetic, the very mighty wielder of the thunder.

Decade IV — God the Mighty

1 The black drop sank in the bosom of the waters, advancing with ten thousand round about it. The Mighty with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted King laid down His weapons.

2 Flying in terror from the snort of the evil one all who were thy friends forsook thee. So, O Mighty, with the angels be thy friendship: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.

3 The old hath waked the young Moon from his slumber who runs his circling course with many round him. Behold the God's high wisdom in its greatness: he who died yesterday to-day is living.

4 Then, at thy birth, thou wast the foeman, O Mighty, of those the seven who ne'er had met a rival. The hidden pair, heaven and the earth, thou foundest, and to the mighty worlds thou gavest pleasure.

5 A friend we count Thee, sharp-edged, thunder-wielder, Steer strong of body, overthrowing many. Thou, helping, causest pious tribes to conquer: O Mighty, I laud Thee, heavenly slayer of evil.

6 Bring to the wise, the great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your devotion! Go forth to many tribes as man's controller!

7 Call we on the Bountiful, auspicious Mighty One, best hero in this fight where spoil is gathered, strong, listening to give us aid in battles, who slays the wicked, wins and gathers riches!

8 Prayers have been offered up through love of glory: honour the Mighty One in the battle! He who with fame extends through all existence hears words which I, His faithful servant, utter.

9 May the sweet offerings make Him happy to cast His quoit that lies in depth of waters! Thou from the udder which o'er earth is fastened hast poured the milk into the kine and herbage.

Decade V — God the Mighty and others

1 This vigorous one whom the angels commission, the conqueror of cars, the strong and mighty, swift, fleet to battle, with uninjured fellies, even the swift one for our weal will we call hither.

2 The Mighty the rescuer, the Mighty the helper, hero who listens at each invocation, the Hundredfold in power I call, the Mighty invoked of many. May the Bountiful accept our presents!

3 The Mighty whose right hand wields the bolt we worship, driver of bay steeds seeking sundered courses. Shaking his beard with might he hath arisen, terrible with his weapons, with his bounty.

4 The ever-slaying, bold and furious Lord, the bright bolt's Lord, the strong, the great, the boundless, who slayeth the wicked and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, the bounteous.

5 The man who lies in wait and fights against us, deeming himself a giant or a hero, by battle or with strength destroy him, O Mighty! With Thy help, manly-souled! may we be victors!

6 He whom men call when striving with their foemen, or speeding onward in array of battle, whom bards incite where heroes win the booty, or in the way to waters, He is the Mighty One.

7 On a high car, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither! Enjoy our presents at worship: wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our devotion!

8 In ceaseless flow hath he poured forth his praises, as waters from the ocean's depth, to the Mighty, who to His car on both its sides securely hath fixed the earth and heaven as with an axle.

9 May our friends turn Thee hitherward to friendship! Mayst Thou approach us even o'er many rivers! May the Disposer, radiant in this mansion with special lustre, bring the father's offspring!

10 Who yokes to-day unto the pole of Order the strong and passionate steers of checkless spirit, health-bringing, bearing in their mouths no fodder? Long shall he live who richly pays their service.