9.1 Our sacrifice, O God the Light-giver, speed onward: speed to his share the sacrificing patron.

May the Lord who purifies thought and will make clean our thought and purpose: may the Lord of speech sweeten the food we offer.

9.2 Thee, firmly set, settled in man, in spirit.

Taken upon a base art thou. I take thee, a draught acceptable to the Mighty God. This is thy home. Thee, welcomest to the Mighty God.

Thee, set in waters, butter, the realm of ether. Taken upon a base art thou. I take thee, a draught acceptable to the Mighty God. This is thy home. Thee, welcomest to the Mighty God.

Thee, seated in the sky, earth, air's mid-region, among the angels and in the vault of heaven. Taken upon a base art thou. I take thee, a draught acceptable to the Mighty God. This is thy home. Thee, welcomest to the Mighty God.

9.3 The strength-arousing essence of the waters, gathered in the sun, essence of the waters' essence, that, most excellent, I take for you.

Taken upon a base art thou. I take thee, a draught acceptable to the Mighty God. This is thy home. Thee, welcomest to the Mighty God.

9.4 Cups of strength-giving sacrifice, inspirers of the sages' hymn,

of you, the handleless, have I collected all the sap and strength.

Taken upon a base art thou. I take thee, a draught acceptable to the Mighty God. This is thy home. Thee, welcomest to the Mighty God.

United are ye twain: with bliss unite me. Parted are ye: keep me apart from evil.

9.5 Thou art a thunderbolt of might, winner of wealth: with thee may this man win him riches.

In gain of wealth we give thanks for the bountiful earth, the Mighty Mother, on whom this universe of life hath settled.

Thereon may God the Light-giver promote our dwelling!

9.6 Life-giving sweetness is in the waters, in the waters healing medicine.

Yea, Horses! at our praises of the waters grow ye fleet and strong.

Whatever wave, O ye celestial waters, wealth-giving, towering high, and swiftly rushing, is yours, therewith may this man win him riches.

9.7 It was the wind, or it was thought, or the twenty-seven celestial lights;

these at the first harnessed the horse; they set the power of speed in him.

9.8 Steed, being yoked, grow wind-swift: be beauteous as the strongest steed.

May the Maruts harness thee! May God the Fashioner put swiftness in thy feet!

9.9 What speed, O Horse, was laid in thee in secret, what passed in wind, bestowed upon the falcon,

with that same strength be strong for us, O Courser, wealth-winning and victorious in battle.

Starting to run your course, winners of riches, smell ye the portion of the priests, O ye Horses.

9.10 By the impulse of God the Light-giver, the true Impeller, may I ascend to the highest heaven of the scholars.

By the impulse of God the Light-giver, the true Impeller, may I ascend to the highest heaven of the rulers.

By the impulse of God the Light-giver, the true Impeller, the highest heaven of the scholars have I ascended.

By the impulse of God the Light-giver, the true Impeller, the loftiest heaven of the rulers have I ascended.

9.11 O scholar, win the prize. Lift up your voices for the scholar. Make ye the scholar win the prize.

Do thou, O ruler, win the prize. For the ruler lift your voices up. Make the ruler winner of the prize.

9.12 True hath been this your league whereby ye made the scholar win the prize.

The scholar have ye caused to win the prize. Be freed, ye Forest-lords.

Faithful was this your league whereby ye have made the ruler win the prize.

Ye have made the ruler win the prize. Be ye set free, ye Forest-lords.

9.13 Through the impulse of God the Light-giver, the true Impeller, mine be the prize of the prize-winner.

On to the goal, ye Steeds, winners of prizes, blocking the ways and meting out the courses!

9.14 Bound by the neck and at the flanks and in the mouth, that vigorous Courser lends new swiftness to his speed.

Drawing himself together as his strength allows, he speeds along the windings of the paths. All-hail!

9.15 His pinion, rapid runner, fans him on his way, as of a bird that hastens onward to its aim,

and, as it were a falcon's gliding through the air, strikes the courser's side as he speeds on with might. All-hail!

9.16 Bless us the Coursers when we call, while slowly they move, strong singers, to the assembly of the righteous.

Crushing the wolf, the serpent, and the demons, may they completely banish all affliction. All-hail!

9.17 May all those vigorous Coursers listen to our cry, hearers of invocation, speeders on their way;

winners of thousands, fain to win where the prize is won, who gather of themselves great wealth in every race.

9.18 Deep-skilled in eternal Law, wise, long-lived, O Coursers, help us in each fray for booty.

Partake of this mess, be satisfied, be joyful: then go on the paths of the righteous.

9.19 To me come plenteous growth of wealth! Approach me these, Heaven and Earth, who wear each form and figure!

Hither may my father come to me, and my mother. May the Soma, with life enduring, approach me!

9.20 To the Friend, Hail! To the Good Friend, Hail! To the Later-born, Hail! To Resolution, Hail! To the Bountiful, Hail! To the Lord of Days, Hail! To the Failing Day, Hail! To the Failing sprung from the Transitory, Hail! To the Transitory sprung from the Final, Hail! To the Final Mundane, Hail! To the Lord of the World, Hail! To the Sovran Lord, Hail!

9.21 May life succeed through sacrifice. May life-breath thrive by sacrifice. May the eye thrive by sacrifice. May the ear thrive by sacrifice. May the back thrive by sacrifice. May sacrifice thrive by sacrifice.

We have become servants of the Creator. We have gone toward heaven. We have attained the hope of everlasting life.

9.22 In us be your great might and manly vigour, in us be your intelligence and splendour.

This is thy sovranty. Thou art the ruler, thou art controller, thou art firm and stedfast.

Thee for land-culture, thee for peace and quiet, thee for wealth, thee for increase of our substance.

9.23 Of old the furtherance of strength urged onward this sovran Soma in the plants and waters.

For us may they be stored with honey: stationed in front may we be watchful in the kingdom. All-hail!

9.24 The furtherance of strength extended over this heaven and all the worlds as sovran ruler.

He, knowing, makes the churl a bounteous giver: wealth may he grant us with full store of heroes. All-hail!

9.25 Surely the furtherance of strength pervaded all these existing worlds in all directions.

From olden time the King moves round, well knowing, strengthening all the people and our welfare.

9.26 As suppliants, for aid we turn to God, the Bountiful King, the Radiant, the Lord of light, the All-Pervading, the Light-giver, the Lord of the sacred word.

9.27 Entreat God, the Companion, to send us gifts, the Mighty, the Lord of the sacred word, the All-Pervading, the strong Light-giver.

9.28 O God the Radiant, speak kindly to us here, be graciously inclined to us.

Winner of thousands, grant us boons, for Thou art He who giveth wealth.

9.29 May God, the Companion, the Nourisher, the Lord of the sacred word, vouchsafe us wealth.

May the gift of speech be given to us. All-hail!

9.30 Thee, by the impulse of the radiant Light-giver, with the arms of the angels, with the hands of the Nourisher,

to the controlling guidance of speech, the controlling leader, I consign thee.

I with the supreme dominion of the Lord of the sacred word endow thee by the balm of consecration.

9.31 With the monosyllable vital breath was won: may I win that. With the dissyllable bipeds were won: may I win those. With the trisyllable the three worlds were won: may I win those. With the quadrisyllable metre four-footed cattle were won: may I win those.

9.32 With the five-syllable metre the five regions were won: may I win them.

With the six-syllable metre the six seasons were won: may I win them.

With the seven-syllable metre the seven domestic animals were won: may I win them.

With the octosyllabic metre the Gayatri was won: may I win that.

9.33 With the nine-syllable metre the Trivrit Stoma was won: may I win that. With the decasyllabic metre the Viraj was won: may I win that.

With the hendecasyllabic metre the Trishtup was won: may I win that.

With the dodecasyllabic metre the Jagati was won: may I win that.

9.34 By the thirteen-syllable metre the Thirteenfold Stoma was won: may I win that. By the fourteen-syllable metre the fourteenfold Stoma was won: may I win that. By the fifteen-syllable metre the Fifteenfold Stoma was won: may I win that. By the sixteen-syllable metre the Sixteenfold Stoma was won: may I win that. By the seventeenfold metre the Seventeenfold Stoma was won: may I win that.

9.37 O God the Radiant, subdue opposing bands and drive our enemies away.

Invincible, slay the godless foes: give splendour to the worshipper.

9.38 Thee, at the radiant Light-giver's impulsion, with the arms of the angels and with the hands of the Nourisher,

I offer with the strength of the Upamsu. Slain is the demon brood. All-hail!

Thee for the slaughter of the brood of demons. The demons have we slain, have slain.

9.39 May God the Light-giver quicken thee for the sway of rulers; the Radiant, for the lordship of householders; the Bountiful, for the trees; the Lord of the sacred word, for speech; the Mighty, for lordship; the Healer, for cattle; the Friend, for true-speaking; the All-Seeing, for the sway of the protectors of Law.

9.40 O Lord, quicken him that none may be his rival, for mighty domination, mighty lordship,

him, son of such a man and such a woman, of such a tribe.

This is your king, ye tribesmen; God is Lord and King of us all.