O Manyu, wielder of the thunderbolt and arrow, he who worships you gains strength and vigour surpassing all men. With you as our ally and through overpowering, abundant might, may we overcome both the un-noble foe and the rival.
Manyu is Indra, Manyu is verily every god; Manyu is the priest (Hota), Varuna, and Jatavedas (Agni). The tribes of men adore Manyu — O Manyu, well-pleased, protect us together with your ardour (tapas).
Advance, O Manyu, mightier than the mighty; with tapas as your ally, utterly slay the enemies. Slayer of foes, of Vritra and of the Dasyus, bring to us all good things and wealth.
For you, O Manyu, are of overpowering strength, self-existent, full of wrath, subduer of assailants; all-seeing, victorious and mighty — grant us vigour in the battles.
Unportioned and forsaken I was; by your will, O wise and powerful one, let it be otherwise. O Manyu, though I have angered you through want of intelligence, come to me, your own, to grant me strength.
Here I am for you; come towards me, turning forward, O conquering all-sustainer. O Manyu, wielder of the bolt, turn to me; let us together slay the Dasyus; and remember your friend.
March forth, be on my right hand, and then together let us slay the many resisters. I offer to you the choicest, sustaining sweetness (Soma); let us both first drink it in silence.
Mounting the same chariot with you, O Manyu, exulting, daring and attended by the Maruts, let the heroes — with sharp arrows, whetting their weapons, in the form of fire — advance.
Like fire, blazing forth, O Manyu, prevail; being invoked, O conqueror, become our commander. Having slain the foes, apportion their wealth; measuring out your strength, drive away the scorners.
Prevail, O Manyu, over our assailants; crushing, smiting and destroying, advance upon the enemies. Truly none has withstood your fierce might; you, the sole-born, lead them into submission as their master.
You alone are the lord of many; whetting (us) for battle clan by clan, with you as our flawless ally we raise the resounding shout for victory.
Bringing victory like Indra, beyond reproach, O Manyu, be here our sovereign protector. We hymn your dear name, O conqueror; we know the source from which you have arisen.
Born together with might, O wielder of the bolt and arrow, you bear, unconquered, supreme power. O Manyu, much-invoked, be of one accord with us by your resolve in (gaining) great wealth.
May both Varuna and Manyu grant us the assembled, gathered wealth of both kinds; and may the enemies, defeated and bearing fear in their hearts, slink away utterly vanquished. Om, peace, peace, peace.