He who destroyed the hostile Maruts not fit to bear, who fetched forth the servant’s raiment — they, strong, made the city full; the man-made one is the famed hymn-maker.

You, who are (famed for) many exploits, put on today an unclouded countenance, (as prepared) to slay Sahavasu, the son of Nṛmara, with the sharpened (edge of the thunderbolt), in defence of the (sacrificial) food, and for the destruction of dasyu; you are he who is to be praised.

Who broughtest Narmara with all his wealth, for sake of food, to slay him that the fiends might be destroyed, Broughtest the face unclouded of the strengthening one, performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.