त्वाम् इद् धि सहसस् पुत्र मर्त्य उपब्रूते धने हिते । सुवीर्यम् मरुत आ स्वश्व्यं दधीत यो व आचके ॥
tvām id dhi sahasas putra martya upabrūte dhane hite | suvīryam maruta ā svaśvyaṃ dadhīta yo va ācake ||
O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits for him. O Maruts, may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.
यो वाघते ददाति सूनरं वसु स धत्ते अक्षिति श्रवः । तस्मा इळां सुवीराम् आ यजामहे सुप्रतूर्तिम् अनेहसम् ॥
yo vāghate dadāti sūnaraṃ vasu sa dhatte akṣiti śravaḥ | tasmā iḷāṃ suvīrām ā yajāmahe supratūrtim anehasam ||
He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay. For him we offer sacred hero-giving food, peerless and conquering easily.
tam id vocemā vidatheṣu śambhuvam mantraṃ devā anehasam | imāṃ ca vācam pratiharyathā naro viśved vāmā vo aśnavat ||
May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity. If you, O Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.
को देवयन्तम् अश्नवज् जनं को वृक्तबर्हिषम् । प्र-प्र दाश्वान् पस्त्याभिर् अस्थितान्तर्वावत् क्षयं दधे ॥
ko devayantam aśnavaj janaṃ ko vṛktabarhiṣam | pra-pra dāśvān pastyābhir asthitāntarvāvat kṣayaṃ dadhe ||
Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed? The offerer with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.
upa kṣatram pṛñcīta hanti rājabhir bhaye cit sukṣitiṃ dadhe | nāsya vartā na tarutā mahādhane nārbhe asti vajriṇaḥ ||
He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e'en mid alarms he dwells secure In great or lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,--the wielder of the thunderbolt.