47 The scholars and the righteous elders gather for the draught of God's provision, and, graciously inclined, Heaven and Earth, unequalled. Guard us from evil, O God the Nourisher! Guard us, strengthened by Thy Law! Let not the evil-wisher master us.

48 Her tooth is of deer-horn, dressed in an eagle's feathers, bound with cow-hide: the arrow is launched, she flieth onward. There where the heroes speed hither and thither, there may the arrows shelter and protect us.

49 Avoid us, thou whose flight is straight, and let our bodies be as stone. May God, the Gracious, speak kindly to us, and may He, the Boundless, protect us well.

50 He lays his blows upon their backs, he deals his strokes upon their thighs. Thou whip who urgest horses, drive sagacious chargers in the fray.

51 It compasses the arm with serpent windings, fending away the friction of the bowstring: so may the brace, well skilled in all its duties, guard manfully the man from every quarter.

52 Let the timber of the chariot, drawn from the lord of the wood, be firm and strong in body; bearing us, may it be a brave and victorious hero. Show forth thy strength, compact with straps of leather, and let thy rider win all spoils of battle.

53 Its mighty strength was borrowed from the heaven and earth; its conquering force was brought from the sovereigns of the wood. Honour with holy gifts the chariot, strong like the bolt of God the Mighty, the chariot bound round with straps, the vigour of the floods.

54 Like the bolt of God the Mighty, vanguard of the hosts, close knit and firm, may this chariot carry us to victory. These gifts which here we offer, we give for God's sake alone, in charity.

55 Send forth thy voice aloud through earth and heaven, and let the world in all its breadth regard thee; O drum, with the help of God the Mighty, drive thou afar, yea, very far, our foemen.

56 Thunder out strength and fill us full of vigour: yea, thunder forth and drive away all dangers. Drive hence, O war-drum, drive away misfortune: thou art strong; show thy firmness.

57 Drive hither those, and these again bring hither: the war-drum speaks aloud as battle's signal. Our heroes, winged with horses, come together. O God the Mighty, let our car-warriors be triumphant.

58 The black-necked victim is offered in the name of God the Radiant (Agni); the ewe in the name of God the Giver of Speech and Wisdom; the brown victim in the name of God the Giver of Provision; the dusky in the name of God the Nourisher; the white-backed in the name of God the Lord of Prayer; the dappled in the name of God the Lord of All; the red in the name of God the Mighty; the spotted in the name of God the Lord of the angelic hosts; the strong-bodied in the name of God the Mighty and Radiant; the one with white marks below in the name of God the Giver of Light; and to God the All-Seeing, a black ram with one white foot. All are offered for God's sake alone, and their flesh is given as charity.

59 To God the Radiant, a red-marked ox is offered; two with white spots below in the name of God the Giver of Light; two with silvery navels in the name of God the Nourisher; two yellow hornless he-goats in the name of God the Lord of All; a spotted one in the name of God the Lord of the angelic hosts; the black-faced he-goat in the name of God the Radiant; the ewe in the name of God the Giver of Wisdom; the ram in the name of God the All-Seeing.

60 To God the Radiant, with the Gayatri metre, the Trivrit hymn and the Rathantara chant, a rice-cake on eight potsherds is to be offered; to God the Mighty, with the Trishtup, the Panchadasa hymn and the Brihat chant, one on eleven potsherds; to God the Lord of All, with the Jagati, the Seventeenfold hymn and the Vairupa chant, one on twelve potsherds; to God the Friend and All-Seeing, with the Anushtup, the Ekavimsa hymn and the Vairaja chant, a mess of curdled milk; to God the Lord of Prayer, with the Pankti metre, the Trinava hymn and the Sakvara chant, an oblation of rice boiled in milk; to God the Giver of Light, with the Ushnih, the Thirty-threefold hymn and the Raivata chant, a rice-cake on eight potsherds; a mess of boiled rice is to be made in the name of God the Creator; the same in the name of God the Boundless; to God the Light of all men a rice-cake on twelve potsherds is to be offered, and to God's Grace one on eight.