2Do ye, O Indra−Agni, hear the singer's call: accept his songs. Ye Rulers, grant his heart's desire.

3Give us not up to poverty, ye Heroes, Indra−Agni, nor To slander and reproach of men.

4To Indra and to Agni we bring reverence, high and holy hymn, And, craving help, softwords with prayer.

5For all these holy singers here implore these Twain to succour them, And priests that they may win them strength.

6Eager to laudyou, we with songs invoke you, bearing sacred food, Fain for success in sacrifice.

7Indra and Agni, come to us with favour, ye who conquer men: Let not the wicked master us.

8At no time let the injurious blow of hostile mortal fall on us: O Indra−Agni, shelter us.

9Whatever wealth we crave of you, in gold, in cattle, or in steeds, That, Indra−Agni, let us gain;

10When heroes prompt in worship call Indra and Agni, Lords of steeds, Beside the Soma juice effused.

11Call hither with the song and lauds those who best slay the foemen, those Who take delight in hymns of praise.

12Slay ye the wicked man whose thought is evil of the demon kind. Slay him who stays the waters, slay the Serpent with your deadly dart.