Vishnu, worshipped in songs, the bright slayer of foes, went along the nights like the doer of the Lord’s will. His mighty stride—whose belly they do not crush—was before; the young women do not offend him.

May (our) praises and prayers, the causes of good fortune, attain at this sacrifice Viṣṇu, the object of many rites; he, the wide-stepping; whose commands the many-blending regions of space, the genitive rators (of all beings), do not disobey.

To Visnu rich in marvels, songs And praises shall go as singers on the road of Bhaga,- The Chieftain of the Mighty Stride, whose Mothers, the many young Dames, never disregard him.