22. In us be your great might and manly vigour, in us be your intelligence and splendour. Obeisance to our Mother Earth! Obeisance to our Mother Earth! 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.
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!
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
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.
26. As suppliants, for aid we grasp Soma the King, and Agni, the Âdityas, Vishnu, Sûrya, and the Brahman-priest Brihaspati.
27. Urge Aryaman to send us gifts, and Indra. and Brihaspati, Yak, Vishnu, and Sarasvatî, and the strong Courser Savitar.
28. Agni, speak kindly to us here, be graciously inclined to us. Winner of thousands, grant us boons, for thou art he who giveth wealth.
29. Let Aryaman vouchsafe us wealth, and Pûshan, and Brihaspati. May Vâk the Goddess give to us. All-hail!
30. Thee by the radiant Savitar’s impulsion, with arms of Asvins, with the hands of Pûshan. To Vâk Sarasvatî’s controlling guidance, hers the controlling leader, I consign thee. I with Brihaspati’s supreme dominion endow thee by the balm of consecration
31. With the monosyllable Agni won vital breath: may I win that. With the dissyllable the Asvins won bipeds: may I win those. With the trisyllable Vishnu won the three worlds: may I win those. With quadrisyllabic metre Soma won four-footed cattle: may I win those.
32. With five-syllable metre Pûshan won the five regions: may I win them. With six-syllable metre Savitar won the six seasons: may I win them. With seven-syllable metre the Maruts won the seven domestic animals: May I win them. With octosyllabic metre Brihaspati won the Gâyatrî: may I win that.
33. With nine-syllable metre Mitra won the Trivrit Stoma: may I win that. With decasyllabic metre Varuna won Virâj: may I win that.
With hendecasyllabic metre Indra won Trishtup: may I win that. With dodecasyllabic metre the All-Gods won Jagatî: may I win that.
34. The Vasus by thirteen-syllable metre won the Thirteenfold Stoma: may I win that. The Rudras by fourteen-syllable metre won the fourteenfold Stoma: may I win that. The Âdityas with fifteen-syllable metre won the Fifteenfold Stoma: may I win that. Aditi with sixteen-syllable metre won the Sixteenfold Stoma: may I win that. Prajâpati with seventeenfold metre won the Seventeenfold Stoma: may I win that.
35. This is thy portion, Nirriti! Accept it graciously. All-hail! To Gods whose guide is Agni, to the eastward-seated Gods, All-hail! To Gods whose guide is Yama, to the southward-seated Gods, All-hail! To Gods whose guides are the All-Gods, those who are seated westward, Hail! Hail to the northward-seated Gods, to those whose guides are Mitra and Varuna or the Marut host! To Gods whose guide is Soma, who, worshipful, sit on high, All-hail!
36. Gods who have Agni as their guide, whose seat is eastward, Hail to them! Gods who have Yama as their guide, whose seat is southward, Hail to them! Gods who have All-Gods as their guides, whose seat is westward, Hail to them! Gods who have Mitra-Varuna for guides, north-seated, Hail to them! Gods who have Soma as their guide, high-seated, worshipful, Hail to them!
37. Agni, subdue opposing bands and drive our enemies away. Invincible, slay godless foes: give splendour to the worshipper.
38. Thee at the radiant Savitar’s impulsion, with Asvins’ arms and with the hands of Pûshan, I offer with the strength of the Upâmsu. Slain is the demon brood. All-hail! Thee for the slaughter of the brood of demons. The demons have we slain, have slain. So-and-So, So-and-So is slain.
39. Savitar quicken thee for sway of rulers, Agni of householders, of the trees Soma, Brihaspati of Speech, for lordship Indra, Rudra for cattle, Mitra for true-speaking, Varuna for the sway of Law’s protectors.
40. Gods, 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. Soma is Lord and King of us the Brâhmans.
