Who hath shown thee honour, O Battle Fury—thou mace, thou dart—he flourisheth rightly in all strength and triumph.
May we, with thee as yoke-fellow, o’erthrow both Dāsa and Ārya with conquering force, forged in might, full of might.

Battle Fury was Indra; yea, all the gods were Battle Fury.
The Hotar, even Varuṇa and Jātavedas, were as Fury in the fray.
The tribes born of Manu call upon thee with reverence.
Shield us, O Battle Fury, side by side with Fervour.

Smite forth, O Battle Fury, stronger than the strong!
With Fervour yoked beside thee, strike down our foes.
Smiter of foemen, breaker of hindrance, slayer of Dasyus—bring us every good.

For thou, O Battle Fury, mighty beyond measure, art wrath self-born, victorious over all who hate.
Shared among all realms, unconquered and filled with conquering might, bestow on us thy strength for war.

I have gone afar, portionless and cast out, by thy will, thou forceful and far-seeing one.
Unmeant was my offence—O Fury, be not wroth. Come thyself and grant me thy strength.

Lo, I am here—thine own! Draw nigh, stand face to face, thou nurse of all, thou victor.
O Fury, bearer of the mace, turn thou unto me. Let us smite the Dasyus as one, and forget not thy friend.

Go forth to the onset; stand thou at my right hand.
Together we shall cast down all hindrances.
To thee I offer the root and the crown of the honeyed draught.
Let us both drink first in solemn stillness.