Salutations to Rudra, who rushes at the foe with the drawn bow for our protection, to the lord of all believers. Salutations to the foe-conquering and enemy slaying Rudra, to him who protects the heroic army. Salutations to the sword-bearer against the fiends, to the lord of persons serving in secret salutations be. Salutations to the wandering robbers and the roamers, to the protector of forests be salutations!

Homage to lord of assemblies and to the assemblies, homage to horses, and to you masters of the horses. Homage to the warrior hosts that pierce and slay the foe, to you killing armies with fine bands be homage!

Salutation to the bringer of weal, to the guard of the beings. Salutation be to the fierce and awe-inspiring. Salutations to him who slays the foe in front, to him who slays the foe at a distance. Salutations to the slayer and frequent slayer of the wicked. Salutations to the green-tressed trees, to the deliverer from distress be salutation.

Salutations to him who causes happiness, and to him who causes light Salutation to the source of bliss and the source of joy, salutations to the auspicious one and to the most auspicious be salutations!

Salutations to him who is beyond suffering, and to one who is struggling for release. Salutations to him who crosses over and to him who crosses back. Salutations to him sho is in the ford, to him who dwells on the banks of rivers and shores of seas, to him who is in the grass and to him who is in the foam.

O distresser of the foe, the lord of corn, you cleaver, blue and red Rudra, slay none of these our people and children, none of these our cattle, nor make them diseased. Let none of us be sick!

We offer to the mighty Rudra of matted locks, these our songs of praise, the lord of heroes so that all our people and the cattle be happy, well-fed, healthy and free from distress and disease.

O Rudra, with that your auspicious aspect which heals and causes weal be gracious to us that we may be happy.

O Rudra, spare us and keep away your weapons from us, save us from your great fury of wrath. Turn aside your mighty bow from us, O Bounteous lord, and be auspicious to seeds and progeny.

O most bounteous, most gracious Rudra, be you gracious and well-disposed towards us. Approach us here skin-robbed, bearing your bow, and having laid down your weapon on some remotest tree.

O harm-remover, splendid and holy Rudra to you be salutations. May all those of your thousand weapons strike dead another than from us.

O lord of the splendour and the world, thousands and thousands are the weapons ready in your hands, turn their points away from us.

Countless, thousands are the Rudras on the face of this earth. Of these Rudras we send the weapons to places thousand leagues away.

Homage to Rudras whose abode is the heaven, whose arrows are floods of rain. To them ten eastward, southward ten, ten to the south, ten to the north, ten to the realm uppermost! To them be homage. May they protect and spare us. Within their jaws we put the man who dislikes us and whom we dislike.