Whoever defamed life, the host, the diviners, the strong, on that day we invoked thee, O hero; we, desirous, propitiating, offered the hundred-rited prayer.

You who, waxing in might day by day, did destroy Āyu, Kutsa, and Atithigva, we invoke you,Śatakratu, with your bay horses, rousing you by our offerings.

Crush with thy foot the niggard churls who bring no gifts. Mighty art thou There is not one to equal thee.