The heroic god gave me two oxen and a wagon. Tryarus's son Tryaruna distinguished himself, Vaiśvānara Agni! with ten thousand soldiers.
Protect Tryaruna, as you are growing stronger and more praised, Vaiśvānara Agni! Who grants me a hundred cows and twenty, and two sturdy horses, skilled at pulling carts.
As such, Trasadasyu served you, Youngest God, asking for your favor for the ninth time, Agni; Tryaruna who listens attentively to many songs I sing, mighty one.
He who wishes for me, for the Asvamedha sacrifice, for the prince, Gives power to him who seeks gain through his verse, grants hero power to him.
From him come a hundred oxen, all speckled, that fill my heart, The gifts of the Asvamedha, like three times mixed Soma juice.
Grant hero power to him who gives a hundred gifts, Indra-Agni! O lofty rule like the unending Sun in the sky.