O Indra, conqueror of the mighty foes, may we never fail to obtain you through lack of devotion, may we never be without enlightenment. O hero, mount your car. You control the reins and the noble steeds with hands that bear thunder.

All hail to Agni, the lord of household! All hail to Soma, the lord of herbs! All hail to the valiant Maruts! All hail the might of Indra! O mother Earth, never harm me, and may I never harm you.

O Surya, throned in space, the Vasu9 in mid-region, the priest at the sacrifice, the guest of the householder, you are adorable at all the places. You are ubiquitous, present in space, in truth, creator of waters and earth, mountains, trees and kine. You are mighty law in yourself.

You are so great, are life, give me life, you yoke all with righteous deeds, you are splendours, give me splendour. You are strength, give me strength. O Mitra and Varuna, you both are two arms of mighty Indra, I draw you near him.

You are handsome, good to sit on, the source of regal power. Sit you down on this pleasant seat, be seated on that which offers comfort, sit you on this seat, the womb of royal power.

Varuna has sat down among his subjects, to administer law and justice, the most wise for universal sway.

You are the subduer of the foes. May these five regions be prosperous for you. You are greatly mighty, master of spiritual wisdom, and the example of righteous conduct. You are Varuna whose might is real. You are Indra whose might is of the people. You are auspicious and kind Rudra, doer of much, giver of wealth and comforts. You, the source of abundant rich, are bolt of Indra. Therewith grant me success.

As the spacious Agni, servicable and devoted to duty, reverently receives the oblation of ghee and diffuses them through the rays of the sun, so should a king maintain sovereignty over his subjects.

I go forward urged onward by Savitar the giver of all splendour, by Sarasvati’s speech, by Tvashtar’s created forms, by Pushan’s cattle, by Indra, by Brihaspati, by Varuna’s might, by Agni’s radiance, by king Soma, by Vishnu the tenth.

Be you good preachers and teachers like the sun and moon, be mature for Sarasvati, exert your best for protection through your sovereign. Be pure like air, full of virtues to lead a righteous life. Be friend unto him by practising yoga.

Like a farmer whose fields are full of barely, reap the ripe corn, removing the chaff in order to offer food to the aged who deserve respect. O wise king, full of splendour, we accept you for the Ashvins, you for Sarasvati and for Indra, the excellent protector.

You Ashvins, lords of riches, drank full draughts of Soma-juice and helped Indra in his mighty deeds and killed Namuchi of demon birth.

As the parents help a son, so helped the twain Ashvins, Indra in distress, with their wonderful might and wisdom. O Maghavan, you drank the draught that pleases Sarasvati and refreshed yourself having slain the demon Namuchi.