IF I, O Indra, were as wealthy as you, in all riches, My devotee would have many cattle.
I would be glad, O Lord of Might, to make the wise one prosperous, If I were the lord of cattle herds.
Your goodness, Indra, blesses those who press your soma juice, Giving plenty of cattle and horses.
No one, Indra, God or mortal, can stop your generosity, The wealth you will praise and give.
You made the earth strong, Indra, when you opened it up, And became a crown in heaven.
We ask your help, O Indra, who grew great after winning, All treasures for yourself.
In your ecstasy, Indra spread the sky and realms of light, When you split Vala limb by limb.
You drove away the hidden cows for the Aṅgirases, And Vala you cast headlong down.
By Indra were the luminous realms of heaven established and secured, Firm and immovable from their place.
Your praise moves quickly like a joyful flood of water, Drops that brighten you gleam.
For you, O Indra, are the God whose songs and praises exalt, You bless those who worship you.
Let the two swift-hoofed steeds bring Indra to drink soma juice, The Bountiful to our sacrifice.
With the foam of waters, Indra, you tore Namuci’s head, Subduing all contending hosts.
The Dasyus, when they wished to climb heaven With magic arts and reach the skies, You, Indra, cast down to earth.
As a Soma-drinker, conquering all, you scattered to every side Those who did not offer gifts.