Let that Destructive Weapon be far distant from us, O ye Gods; far be the Stone ye wont to hurl.
Our friend be that Celestial Grace, Indra and Bhaga be our friends, and Savitar with splendid Wealth.
Thou, Offspring of the waterflood, ye Maruts, with your sun- bright skins, give us protection reaching far.
Further us rightly, favour ye our bodies with your gracious love. Give thou our children happiness.
