prá hí tvā pūṣann ajiráṃ ná yā́mani stómebhiḥ kr̥ṇvá r̥ṇávo yáthā mŕ̥dhaúṣṭro ná pīparo mŕ̥dhaḥ |
huvé yát tvā mayobhúvaṃdeváṃ sakhyā́ya mártiyaḥ |
asmā́kam · āṅgūṣā́n dyumnínas kr̥dhivā́jeṣu dyumnínas kr̥dhi ||
2 Thee, then, O Pūṣan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.