For you are the finest of aerial ones; we invoke you in assemblies of men. Drive away the herds' destruction, the horse's back‑pain, O mightiest.

We invoke you who are of graceful form, extending through your magnitude your limbs in all directions,to our religious rites, like the stone (for bruising the Soma).

We call thee to the homes of men, thee wealthiest in noble food, And liberal as a press-stone with a horse's back.