Drive all our enemies away, O Indra, the western, mighty Conqueror, and the eastern. Hero, drive off our northern foes and southern, so we can be joyful in your wide shelter.
As men whose fields are full of barley reap the ripe corn, removing it in order, So bring the food of those men, bring it hither, who did not prepare the grass for worship.
Men do not come with one horse at sacred times; thus they gain no honor in assemblies. Sage sages, desiring herds of kine and horses, strengthen the mighty Indra for his friendship.
You, Aśvins, Lords of Splendour, drank full draughts of grateful Soma juice, And aided Indra in his work with Namuci of Asura birth.
As parents aid a son, both Aśvins, Indra, aided you with their wondrous Powers and wisdom. When you, with might, had drunk the draught that gladdens, Sarasvatī, O Maghavan, refreshed you.
Indra is strong to save, rich in assistance may he, possessing all, be kind and gracious. May he disperse our foes and give us safety, and may we be the lords of heroic vigor.
May we enjoy his favor, his the Holy may we enjoy his blessed loving kindness. May this rich Indra, as our good Protector, drive off and keep afar all those who hate us.