These hosts of gods, the warriors who are fighting, are seen entering You; the hosts of gods, the Vasus and the rest, who have come down here in the shape of men for the lightening of the earth's burden, enter You. There some, frightened, with joined palms, sing, praise You; others, unable even to flee. When the battle is at hand, marking the omens and the like, having said 'may it be well with the world', the hosts of great seers and perfected ones praise You with full, abundant hymns of praise. What else.
Contemporary English rendering of the Sanskrit bhāṣya, pending scholar review.