Let them ride forth to the fray on one wain with thee, O Battle Fury, thou friend of the Storm-Kin—doing harm, hair-standing, bold with wrath, bearing sharp shafts, weapons whetted fine—those men of might, whose form is fire.

Flame thou like fire, O Battle Fury, and bear the day. Be thou our war-leader, our victor when we call. When thou smitest the foe, divide their hoard. Show forth thy strength, and cast the proud down.

Break for us all spite and enmity, O Fury of War. Shatter, grind, and blot out—press hard against our foes. Dread is thy measure: never hath it been bounded. By thy will thou goest; thou art born alone, and led by none.

Thou alone art called in awe by many, O Battle Fury. Sharpen each folk for war. Thou of undimmed flame, with thee yoked beside us, we lift our cry to the heights for triumph.

As Indra wrought triumph, so do thou, without scorning us, O Fury, become our high-lord here. We sing thy beloved name, O vanquisher. We know the fount whence thou art ever nigh.

Born with swiftness, thou mace, thou dart, thou bearer of utmost might, O all-overwhelming one. Born with thy steadfast will, deal us our share of fatness, O Battle Fury, at the outpouring of the great spoil, thou much-summoned.

Let the spoil, both gathered and gushing in, be granted us by Battle Fury and Varuna. Let our foes, struck with fear of their own hearts, flee and veil their faces in shame.