That gift we offer, Indra loves and accepts, the Great and Strong One grants it to us. He who comes with thunder in his hand, Maghavan, prays, praises, and offers, and Soma.
Bull, wielder of the four-edged rain-producer with both his arms, strong, mighty, most heroic; Wearing as wool Paruṣṇī for adornment, whose joints for friendship he has covered.
God born of all the Gods, the most divine, endowed with ample strength and mighty powers, And bearing in his arms the yearning thunder, with violent rush causing heaven and earth to tremble.
Before the High God, at his birth, heaven trembles, earth, many floods, and all the precipices. The Strong One brings near the Bull’s two Parents; loud sing the winds, like men, in air’s mid-region.
These are your great deeds, Indra, the Mighty, deeds to be told at all libations, That you, O Hero, bold and daring, with your bolt, by strength, destroyed the Dragon.
All your deeds are true, O Most Heroic. The Milch-kine came from the streaming udder. In fear of you, O Manly Spirit, the rivers swiftly move, like men, in motion.
With joy, O Indra, Lord of Tawny Coursers, the Sisters then, these Goddesses, extolled you, When you gave the imprisoned ones their freedom to wander in long succession.
The glad stalk presses as if a river; may the rite, the toiler’s power, draw you To us, of the Bright One, as the courser strains its exceedingly strong leather bridle.
Ever by us perform your most heroic, your highest, best victorious deeds, O Victor. For us make Vṛtras easy to conquer: destroy the weapon of our mortal foe.
Graciously listen to our prayer, O Indra, and give us strength of various sorts. Send to us all intelligence and wisdom, O Maghavan, be he who gives us cattle.
Now, Indra! Praised and glorified with praises, let wealth swell high like rivers to the singer. For you, a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.