2Lord of Bay Horses, Hero, may the Soma rise to thy cheeks and jaws like mountain−ridges. May we, O King, as he who driveth coursers, all joy in thee with hymns, invoked of many!

3Invoked of many, Caster of the Stone my heart quakes like a rolling wheel for fear of penury. Shall not Puruvasu the singer give thee praise, O ever−prospering Maghavan, mounted on thy car?

4Like the press−stone is this thy praiser, Indra. Loudly he lifts his voice with strong endeavour. With thy left hand, O Maghavan, give us riches: with thy right, Lord of Bays, be not reluctant.

5May the strong Heaven make thee the Strong wax stronger: Strong, thou art borne by thy two strong Ba y Horses. So, fair of cheek, with mighty chariot, mighty, uphold us, strong−willed, thunderarmed, in battle.

6Maruts, let all the people in obeisance bow down before this youthful Srutaratha, Who, rich in steeds, gave me two dark red horses together with three hundred head of cattle.