When with your mighty help, O powerful Indra, the armies rush together in their fury.
When from the strong man's arm the lightning flies, let not the mind go forth to side with others.
O Indra, where the ground is hard to traverse, strike down our foes, the mortals who assail us, Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated stores of treasures.
God of the fair helm, give Sudās a hundred succors, a thousand blessings, and your bounty. Strike down the weapon of our mortal foe: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.
I wait the power of one like you, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as you are, Hero. Strong, Mighty God, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not desert us.
Here are the Kutsas praying to Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for divine victory. Make our foes ever easy to defeat: may we, victorious, win the spoils, Hero.
With precious things, O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to your exalted favor. Send our chiefs abundant food with heroic children. Preserve us evermore, you Gods, with blessings.