I regard this hymn as a mighty gift, O darbhya woman, carry it forth like a goddess, as a speech-moving chariot.

Bear to Dārbhya, oḥ night, turning away (from me to him), this my eulogy (of the Maruts); convey my praises, goddess, as a charioteer (conveys the contents of his vehicle to their destination).

OUrmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise, Songs, Goddess, as if chariot-borne.