1O BRAHMANAPSATI, make him who presses Soma glorious, Even Kaksivan Ausija.

2The rich, the healer of disease, who giveth wealth, increaseth store, The prompt,−may he be with us still.

3Let not the foeman's curse, let not a mortal's onslaught fall on us Preserve us, Brahmanaspati.

4Ne'er is the mortal hero harmed whom Indra, Brahmanaspati, And Soma graciously inspire.

5Do, thou, O Brahmanaspati, and Indra, Soma, Daksina, Preserve that mortal from distress.

6To the Assembly's wondrous Lord, to Indra's lovely Friend who gives Wisdom, have I drawn near in prayer.

7He without whom no sacrifice, e'en of the wise man, prospers; he Stirs up the series of thoughts.

8He makes the oblation prosper, he promotes the course of sacrifice: Our voice of praise goes to the Gods.

9I have seen Narasamsa, him most resolute, most widely famed, As 'twere the Household Priest of heaven.