Yoke the swift bull to the chariot, O Ashvins, harnessed on the chariot's pole: may you bring sweetness of Soma to be drunk.

You who possess showering wealth, yoke the ass to your firmly built chariot, that you may drink theexhilarating Soma.

Flying in terror from the snort of Vrtra, all Deities who were thy friends forsook thee. So, Indra, be thy friendship with the Maruts: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.