MAY Indra with guidance straight, and Mitra lead us, he who knows, and Aryaman in accord with Devas.
For they are dealers forth of wealth, and, not deluded, with their might Guard evermore the holy laws.
Shelte. May they vouchsafe to us, Immortal Devas to mortal men, Chasing our enemies away.
May they mark out our paths to bliss, Indra, the Devas, PΕ«αΉ£an, and Bhagas to be adored.
Yea, PΕ«αΉ£an, Indra, ye who run your course, enrich our hymns with kine; Bless us with all prosperity.
The winds waft sweets, the rivers pour sweets for the man who keeps the Law May the plants be sweet for us.
Sweet be the night and sweet the dawns, sweet the terrestrial atmosphere; Sweet be our Father Heaven to us.
May the tall tree be full of sweets for us, and full of sweets the Sun: May our milch-kine be sweet for us.
Be Mitra gracious unto us, and Indra and Aryaman: Indra, Soma be kind, and Indra of the mighty stride.