May the mountains that increase him, the lord of the swift chariot, make him vigorous; O goddess of the dew, give him soft, abundant care.

The divine heaven and earth adore that vigour of his, which our hymns augment, the appropriator of the riches of the foe.

Those Goddesses, both Heaven and Earth, revere the power and might of him, Him whom our songs increase in strength, the Lord of bounty swift to come.