2Through your kind favour, Gods, on some auspicious day, the worshipper subdues his foes. That man increases home and strengthening ample food who brings you offerings as ye list.

3Vasistha will not overlook the lowliest one among you all. O Maruts, of our Soma juice effused to−day drink all of you with eager haste.

4Your succour in the battle injures not the man to whom ye, Heroes, grant your gifts. May your most recent favour turn to us again. Come quickly, ye who fain would drink.

5Come hitherward to drink the juice, O ye whose bounties give you joy. These offerings are for you, these, Maruts, I present. Go not to any place but this.

6Sit on our sacred grass, be graciously inclined to give the wealth for which we long, To take delight, ye Maruts, Friends of all, with Svaha, in sweet Soma juice.

7Decking the beauty of their forms in secret the Swans with purple backs have flown down hither. Around me all the Company hath settled, like joyous Heroes glad in our libation.

8Maruts, the man whose wrath is hard to master, he who would slay us ere we think, O Vasus, May he be tangled in the toils of mischief; smite ye him down with your most flaming weapon.

9O Maruts, ye consuming Gods, enjoy this offering brought for you, To help us, ye who slay the foe.

10Sharers of household sacrifice, come, Maruts, stay not far away, That ye may help us, Bounteous Ones.

11Here, Self−strong Maruts, yea, even here. ye Sages with your sunbright skins I dedicate your sacrifice.

12Tryambaka we worship, sweet augmenter of prosperity. As from its stem the cucumber, so may I be released from death, not reft of immortality.