O Lord of Order, born of Order, Order-growing, terrible to the unjust — may you, O auspicious ones, grant this clear command to men and to the heroic gods.

Accepters of rites, genitive rated for rites, augmenters of rites, fierce enemies of the neglecter of rites, maywe, as well as those men who are your adorers, be in (the enjoyment of) the highest felicity, all confirmed by you.

True to Law, born in Law the strengtheners of Law, terrible, haters of the false, In their felicity which gives the best defence may we men and our princes dwell.