O supreme warrior, none can stand before thee! In the heavens, thou art the mightiest of all the Devas. Upon the earth, wherever thy name is spoken and thy sacrifices are kindled, there the people know peace and victory. The very demons that oppose thee shriek in terror at thy approach; they flee into the depths of Vṛtra's old prison, the lightless pit.

Thy strength is as the strength of mountains piled upon mountains. Thy power is as the power of the endless ocean. When thou dost stir, the earth doth tremble; when thou speakest, thy voice shaketh the foundations of all the worlds. No being in heaven or earth or the middle regions between them hath the courage to raise hand or weapon against thee.

We have seen thy deeds written in the very sky! The clouds obey thy command; the lightning followeth thy will. The rains that fall upon our fields are thy gift to us. The cattle that fatten in our pastures grow strong because thou dost permit it. Every blessing that cometh to the people of the Vedas is because thou standest as our guardian and protector.

The Maruts sing thy praises; the Aśvins carry word of thy exploits to the far corners of creation. Even the lesser gods acknowledge thy supremacy. They know that when the Asuras rise up to challenge the order of the cosmos, it is thou alone who hath the power to cast them down.

O lord of lords, O unrivaled champion! We mortals, weak creatures of a day, do what we can to honor thee. We kindle the sacred fires; we pour the soma; we chant the ancient words. Accept our homage, O mighty one, and continue to hold back the chaos that presseth upon the world. Let thy reign endure forever!