2Ye freed that Atri like a horse, and brought him newly−born to earth. Ye loosed him like a firm−tied knot which Gods unsoiled by dust had bound.

3Heroes who showed most wondrous power to Atri, strive to win fair songs; For then, O Heroes of the sky, your hymn of praise shall cease no more.

4This claims your notice, Bounteous Gods! − oblation, Asvins! and our love, That ye, O Heroes, in the fight may bring us safe to ample room.

5Ye Twain to Bhujyu tossed about in ocean at the region's end, Nasatyas, with your winged sterds came nigh, and gave him strength to win.

6Come with your joys, most liberal Gods, Lords of all treasures, bringing weal. Like fresh full waters to a well, so, Heroes come and be with us.