May she who warded you, O priests — Aditi — cast off the snares that the enemies set; like swift horses may those be driven past, and may the warriors’ protection be our safeguard.

Adorable Ādityas, may I pass (safe) in your car from the illusions which (you devise) for the malignant, the snares which are spread for your foes, (in like manner) as a horseman (passes over a road); and thus may we abide secure in infinite felicity.

Your guiles, ye Holy Ones, to quell oppressors, your snares spread out against the foe, Adityas, May I car-borne pass like a skilful horseman: uninjured may we dwell in spacious shelter.