Our fathers who gave us birth, lived in harmony, patient and powerful in distress, untired, armed with wonderful army and sharp shafts, free, invincible and conquerors of the enemy hosts.

O Agni this day enkindled in the house of man, invoke gods. O Jatavedas, best observant, virtuous, envoy of gods, high spirited and wise, bring the gods here in sacrifice!

Called upon, praiseworthy, deserving worship, you are the invoker of gods, best sacrificer, perform this sacrifice to the gods, O Agni.

Let the vast Doors of the hall be widely opened, like virtuous wives who decorate themselves with ornaments for their noble husbands. O high, divine, all-inspiring Doors, admit all the gods and provide them easy approach.

Let the Dawn and Night, respectively of bright and pale hue, close to each other, be seated on their seats, the divine dames, high-born, decked in gold, sacrifice-worthy, great, fair and of lustrous beauty.

May both the divine Hotras, sweet-voiced, inducer of men in deeds of sacrifice come to our site, the singers, knower of the Vedas, the revealer of the light in the east with their direction.

May Bharti, Ida and Sarasvati come unto us speedily from all sides. May all these three goddesses executors of fine deeds be seated on the sacred grass.

O learned and wise priest, bring here quickly, now god Tvashtar, who knows that God who created heaven and earth, the generator of various beings with their various forms.

May the learned Brahmans and the Fathers worthy for Soma draughts, auspicious ones, matchless both in heaven and earth, protect us against evil. May Pushan, strengthener of order, protect us. May the wicked never be our master.

Guard well in the battle where arrow and weapons are swift, let our bodies be strong like stone. May Soma kindly instruct us, and Aditi guard us well.

O lord of the wood, O Vanaspati, be strong, be a victorious hero bearing us. Show forth your mettle, yoked with brave and let your leader win all the booty of the battle.

Grant us the strength of the Sun and the Earth, the vitality of the forest trees, the force of the saps and waters. Fill your chariot with mighty weapons shining like the rays of the Sun.

O you Thunderbolt, Vanguard of the Marut hosts, yoked to Varuna and son of Mitra, accept these our gifts we offer, receive like god our oblations.

O you thundering Drum, send forth your roar through heaven and earth, throughout the world along its breadth, and drive away a foe, yea, very far, our enemies, accordant with gods and Indra.

O War-drum, thunder out strength and fill us full of vigour, drive away all dangers and misfortunes. O you, Fist of Indra, render us firm and steadfast, and make them weep who war against us.

O War-drum, drive hence away the enemy troops and bring here back our troops safe and victorious. The thundering war-drum signals the waging of the war. O Indra, let our warriors riding steeds and chariots return together in triumphs.