1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
     Chase thou the foes who compass us.
2. Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
     With fearless heart will I sing praise.
3. No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:
     Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
4. For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,
     Indu the bringer of delight.