In the assemblies sit thou, leader of poets; they call you foremost among seers. Nothing is done rightly without you—what then of the great sun, the wondrous worship?

Lord of the companies (of the Maruts), sit down among the companies (of the worshippers), they callyou the most sage of sages; without you nothing is done in the distance; have in honour, Maghavan, our greatand various adoration. of wealth, (the wishes of) your friends; make war (for us), you warrior endowed with real strength, give us a sharein the undivided riches.

Lord of the hosts, amid our bands be seated: they call thee greatest Sage among the sages. Nothing is done, even far away, without thee: great, wondrous, Maghavan, is the hymn I sing thee.