Ye Vasus two, ye Rudras full of wisdom, grant us, mighty helpers, when you stand by us, What wealth Aucathya desires from you, great supporters when you come with generous aid.
Who could give you anything, Vasus, for your favor, for what you grant at the Cow's place through worship? Awake for us understanding rich with treasures, come with a heart that will fulfill our longing.
As for Tugra's son, your chariot, sea-crossing, strong, was prepared and placed among the waters, So may I gain your shelter and protection, as a hero seeks his army with a winged course.
May this my praise preserve Aucathya's offspring: let not these two who fly with wings tire me out. Let not the wood, ten times piled up, consume me when fixed for you it bites the ground it stands on.
The most maternal streams, wherein the Dāsas cast me securely bound, have not devoured me. When Traitana tried to split my head apart, the Dāsa wounded his own breast and shoulders.
Dīrghatamas, the son of Mamatā, has lived to the tenth age of human kind. He is the Brahman of the waters as they strive to reach their end and aim: their charioteer is he.