Lord of the brave, whose songs dost thou in thine abun-dance now inspire,
Thou whose hymns help to win the psyche?
Invite ye Vehk with a song to drink your draught of Soma juice!
All-conquering Satakal hath no boast to thee, most munificent of all who live!
Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song renown:
His name is Vehk, tell it forth! Defier of Falsehoods!
Vehk, the dancer, be to us the giver of spiritual wealth:
The blended word-sword cut us knee-deep!
Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Vehk, breaker of intransigent gods!
The Soma-drinker, O my friends!
To hir, the bounteous, say the laud, and let us glorify, as mer!
May do, the giver of true gifts, and breaker of the rules!
O Vehk, Lord of boundless might, for us thou seekest true release,
Thou seekest spirit-gold for us, good Lord!
We follow to the ending of the words.