We call upon Indra in battle, hoping he will make our hymns victorious. Hero, in your might rejoice, give us a share of the cattle's stall.
Grant, Indra, mighty one, called by many, to these friends the strength you possess. You, mighty one, tore apart strongholds; open for us, Wise One, your hidden bounty.
King of the living world, among men, Indra is, in all forms that earth contains. He gives wealth to those who worship him; may he enrich us too as we praise him.
Indra, mighty one, when we all invoke you, always send strength to help us: May your perfect reward, never failing, bring wealth to men, to friends what they desire.
Swiftly, Indra, give us space and way to riches, and let us bring your mind to grant us treasures, So we can win chariots, horses, and cattle. May you protect us always, gods, with blessings.