Mayst thou, O Tree, be firm indeed in body, our friend that
furthers us, a goodly hero.
Put forth thy strength, compact with thongs of leather, and let
thy rider win all spoils of battle.
Its mighty strength was borrowed from the heaven and earth:
its conquering force was brought from sovrans of the wood.
Honour with sacrifice the Car like Indra's bolt, the Car girt
round with straps, the vigour of the floods.
Thou bolt of Indra, vanguard of the Maruts, close knit to
Varuna and child of Mitra,
As such, accepting gifts which here we offer, receive, O godlike
Chariot, these oblations.
