Sing, with oblation, praise to him who makes the people glad, who with Rishi van drove the dusky folk away.
Fain for help, to him the strong whose right hand wields the bolt, us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
Indra, who with triumphant wrath struck down Vysas, Shambara, and the unrighteous Pipru;
Who eradicated Shushna, the insatiable—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
He whose great deeds of manly might are heaven and earth, Varuna and Surya keep his holy law;
Indra, whose law the rivers follow as they flow—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
He who is lord and master of the horses and cattle, honored—firm and sure—in every holy act;
Stayer of the strong who pours no offering—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
He who is lord of all the world that moves and breathes, who first for the Brahman found the Cows;
Indra who cast the Dasyus down beneath his feet—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
Whom cowards must invoke and valiant men of war, invoked by those who conquer and by those who flee;
Indra, to whom all beings turn their constant thought—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
Refulgent in the Rudras' region he proceeds, and with the Rudras through the wide space he speeds the dame.
The hymn of praise extols Indra the far-renowned—us girt by Maruts we invoke to be our friend.
O girt by Maruts, whether thou delight thee in the highest gathering or the humblest dwelling,
Come thence unto our rite, true boon-bestower—through love of thee have we prepared oblations.
We, fain for thee, strong Indra, have pressed Soma, and, O thou sought with prayer, have made oblations.
Now at this sacrifice, with all thy Maruts, on sacred grass, O team-borne God, rejoice thee.
Rejoice thee with thine own Bay Steeds, O Indra, unclose thy jaws and let thy lips be open.
Thou with the fair cheek, let thy Bay Steeds bring thee—gracious to us, he pleased with our oblation.
May we through Indra, get