2Ye, Gods, are providence and ye are power: remove ye utterly all those who hate us. As givers of good things deal with us kindly: this day be gracious to us and hereafter.

3What service may we do you with our future, what service, Vasus, with our ancient friendship? O Aditi, and VaruVa and Mitra, Indra and Maruts, make us well and happy.

4Ye, O ye Gods, are verily our kinsmen as such be kind to me who now implore you. Let not your car come slowly to our worship: of kinsmen such as you ne'er let us weary.

5I singly have sinned many a sin against you, and ye chastised me as a sire the gambler. Far be your nets, far, Gods, be mine offences: seize me not like a bird upon her offspring.

6Turn yourselves hitherward this day, ye Holy, that fearing in my heart I may approach you. Protect us, God; let not the wolf destroy us. Save us, ye Holy, from the pit and falling.

7May I not live, O Varuna, to witness my wealthy, liberal, dear friend's destitution. King, may I never lack well−ordered riches. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.