Like the morning sun, O Indra, you have filled both the earth and the sky. Just as the mighty one, the great king of all powerful beings, the goddess mother gave birth to you, and the blessed mother gave you life.
Crush the stubborn strength of mortals whose hearts are set on wickedness. Smash them under your feet who watch for and aim at us. The goddess mother gave birth to you, and the blessed mother gave you life.
Shake down, O slayer of foes, those great, splendid enemies. With all your powers, O Śakra, and all your helpers, O Indra, shake them down:
Just as you, O Śatakratu, and O Indrv, shake everything down, Give wealth to the one who pours out the juice, with your help, make it tenfold.
Let lightning flashes fall around us, everywhere like drops of sweat. May all malice pass away from us like threads of Darva grass.
You hold in your hand a spear like a long hook, great counselor! As a goat draws down its branch with its front foot, bring down the branch, O Maghavan.
Never, O gods, do we offend, and we never are obstinate; we walk as holy texts command. We clasp and cling to you, cling to your sides, beneath your arms.