1Bristle thou up, O Maghavan, our weapons: excite the spirits, of my warring heroes! Urge on the strong steed's might, O Vyitra-slayer, and let the din of conquering cars go upward

2May Indra aid us when our flags are gathered: victorious be ther arrows of our army! May our brave men of war prevail in battle. Ye Gods, protect us in the shout of onset!

3That army of the foemen, O ye Maruts, which, striving in its. mighty strength, approaches, Hide ye and bury it in pathless darkness that not a man oF them may know the other!