O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves: Chase thou the foes who compass us.
Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked: With fearless heart will I sing praise.
No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws: Crush him who fain would fight with thee.
For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed, Indu the bringer of delight.
