Follow you, O Manyu surrounded by Maruts, let our brave warriors, bold and eager, March on, like flames of fire in shape, rejoicing, with sharp arrows, sharpening their weapons.
Flashing like fire, be you, O conquering Manyu, invoked, O Victor, as our army’s leader. Slay our foes, divide their possessions; show your strength, scatter those who hate us.
O Manyu, overcome your foe, breaking, slaying, crushing down the enemy. They did not hinder your impetuous vigor: Mighty, Single-born! You make them your subjects.
Alone or many, you are worshiped, Manyu: sharpen the spirit of each clan for battle. With you to aid, O you of perfect glory, we will raise the glorious shout for conquest.
Unyielding, bringing victory like Indra, O Manyu, be you here our Sovereign Ruler. To your dear name, O Victor, we sing praise: we know the spring from which you came hither.
Twin-born with power, destructive bolt of thunder, the highest conquering might is yours, Subduer! Be friendly to it in your spirit, Manyu, O Much-invoked, in the shock of mighty battle.
For spoils, let Varuṇa and Manyu give us the wealth of both sides gathered and collected; And let our enemies, with spirits broken, overwhelmed with terror, slink away defeated.