Whoever understands well should speak to us about the gods— The man whose hymns Varuṇa, the beautiful, or Mitra, loves.
For they are kings of greatest might, of most glorious fame far and wide; Lords of the brave, who uphold the Law, the Holy Ones with every race.
With prayers for your help, I address you first, My good steeds, I call upon you, Most Wise, to give us more strength.
Even from suffering, Mitra grants a path to our home, For those who worship, Mitra grants his favor, warrior at the front.
May Mitra’s shelter extend to all, unthreatened, protected by your care, Ever as sons of Varuṇa, we dwell there without fear.
You, Mitra, urge this people on, and guide their paths to one goal. Do not neglect the wealthy chiefs, nor us the sages; be our protectors when we drink the Soma.