I have crafted words for this Hero with my lips, most plentiful and auspicious, For him the Ancient, Great, Strong, Energetic, the very mighty Wielder of the Thunder.
Among the sages, with the Sun he brightened the Parents: glorified, he burst the mountain; And, roaring with the holy-thoughted singers, he loosed the bond that held the beams of Morning.
Famed for great deeds, with priests who kneel and praise him, he still conquers in battles for cattle, And breaks down forts, the Fort-destroyer, a friend with friends, a sage among the sages.
Come with your girdled mares, with abundant vigor and strength to him who sings your praises. Come hither, borne by mares with many heroes, Lover of song! Steer! for the people’s welfare.
Indra, with speed and might, driven by his horses, has swiftly won the waters from the southward. Thus, every day, rivers flow to their goal, ceaselessly and without end.