Mine be the shining at the call of strife, O Agni.
May we wax strong in the flesh, even as we kindle thee in thine own flame.
Let the four quarters bow themselves unto me.
With thee as our watcher and guide, may we win the day in battle.

Mine be the gathering of all gods at the call of strife— the Storm-lords with Indra, Viṣṇu, and Agni.

Mine be the mid-air, wide and welcoming.
At my wish, let the wind make itself clean and arise.

Let the gods bring wealth unto me through the rite.
Let prayer dwell in me; let the gods' name be called forth in me.
The olden priests of fire served with fervor.
May we be whole of body and rich in noble sons.

Let the offerings be made for me, for they are mine.
Let the thought of my heart be brought to pass.
Let me not fall into trespass or wrong.
O gods, speak ye on our behalf!

Ye six wide-roaming goddesses, make room for us.
All ye gods, be bold in deed this day.
Let us not be barren, nor lose the flesh that is our own.
Let us not fall beneath the hand of the hater, O King Soma.

O Agni, turn aside the wrath of our foes.
Be to us as a shepherd none may beguile—guarding on every side.
Let them that charge us turn back again; their wrath shall melt in their homes when they rise from slumber.

I call upon Him who ordaineth the ordainers, the Lord of shaping—He, the god who delivers, who bringeth low all hate.

Let the Twin Horsemen and Br̥haspati uphold this rite; let the gods shield the giver from falling short.

The wild one of wide roam shall give us cover this day— he whom many name, who yieldeth herds in plenty.

Be kind to our young, ye of the dusky steeds.
Do us no hurt, nor hand us to the hand of harm.

Let our foes stand far off—whoe’er they be.
With Indra and Agni shall we cast them down.
The Vasus, the Rudras, and the Ādityas have made me high-reaching, one dreadful to behold, a king above kings.