Let your chariot, praised and unharmed, bring you wealth and prosperity, fair-helmeted one. Fill you with mighty Soma, thrice-mixed, at our offerings to please you.
You who see the light of heaven, prosperity, give our wealthy patrons unimpeded wealth. Drink, heavenly-natured, at our sacrifices, and grant us abundance for the hymns we sing.
You, O generous one, are accustomed to giving, whether small or ample, at parting time. Both your arms are filled with great possessions; your goodness does not keep you from granting riches.
Indra, renowned, as Vāja and Ṛbhukṣans, you work and sing to the dwelling. Lord of Bay Steeds, may we Vasisthas offer prayers to you and bring oblations today.
You grant swift advancement to your servant through hymns, Lord of Bay Steeds, which you favor. For you, with friendly support, we have fought; when, Indra, will you grant us riches?
To us your priests give a home, as if: when, Indra, will you recognize our praises? May your strong Steed, through our ancestral worship, bring food and wealth with heroes to our dwelling.
Even though Nirrti, the Goddess, rules around him, autumn comes with plenty of food to Indra. With three close friends, he comes to length of days, whom men do not rest at home in quiet.
Promise us gifts, O Savitar: may riches come to us in Parvata's full bounty. May the celestial Guardian still attend us. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.