May they make quivering ranks and terrifying array, and hasten to the town with battle-cry; the waters, the flowing ones, the mighty hosts, have pressed upon us—may the strong ones give us cattle and wealth.

Flow you whose paths are broad, giving security (to the worshipper), uniting heaven and earth, wishing to enjoy the waters of dawn, the sun and (his) rays you cry aloud, ( to bestow upon) us ample food.

Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, send us both earth and heaven with all their fulness. Striving to win the Dawns, the light, the waters, and cattle, call to us abundant vigour.