Great, hero-like Indra is the controller, unwearying in his might, doubled in vastness. He, turned to us, has grown to hero strength; broad and wide, he has been adorned by those who serve him.
Indra, swift to gather booty, the High, the Lofty, Youthful, Undecaying, Has waxed by strength that none can conquer, and even at once grown to complete perfection.
Stretch out those hands of thine, extend to usward thy wide capacious arms, and grant us glory. Like as the household herdsman guards the cattle, so move thou round about us in the combat.
Now, for strength, let us invite your Indra hither, who lies hidden with his Heroes— Free from all blame, without reproach, uninjured, even as were those who sang, of old, his praises.
With steadfast laws, wealth-giver, strong through Soma, he has much fair and precious food to feed us. In him unite all paths that lead to riches, like rivers that commingle with the ocean.
Bring unto us the mightiest might, O Hero, strong and most potent force, thou great Subduer! All splendid vigorous powers of men vouchsafe us, Lord of Bay Steeds, that they may make us joyful.
Bring us, grown mighty in its strength, O Indra, thy friendly rapturous joy that wins the battle, With which, by thee assisted and triumphant, we may laud thee in gaining seed and offspring.
Indra, bestow on us the power heroic skilled and exceeding strong, that wins the booty, With which, by thine assistance, we may conquer our foes in battle, be they kin or stranger.
Let thine heroic strength come from behind us, before us, from above us or below us. From every side may it approach us, Indra. Give us the glory of the realm of splendour.
With most heroic aid from thee, like heroes Indra, may we win wealth by deeds glory. Thou, King, art Lord of earthly, heavenly treasure: vouchsafe us riches vast, sublime, and lasting.
The Bull, whose strength hath waxed, whom Maruts follow, free-giving Indra, the Celestial Ruler, Mighty, all-conquering, the victory-giver, him let