Urged on, the Father of the Earth and Heaven has set out like a chariot to gather plunder, Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hand holding every treasure.
To him the tones of sacred song have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the Life-bestower. Dwelling in wood as Varuṇa in rivers, showering wealth he distributes blessings.
Great Conqueror, armored with war, Lord of all heroes, flow on your way as one who wins riches; With sharpened arms, swift bow, never defeated in battle, vanquishing foes in combat.
Giving security, Lord of wide dominion, grant us both earth and heaven with all their fullness. Striving to win the Dawn, the light, the waters, and cattle, bring to us abundant vigor.
O Soma, please make Varuṇa joyful and Mitra glad; Indu Pavamana, Indra, Viṣṇu. Make the Gods happy, the company of Maruts; Indu, make mighty Indra rejoice.
Thus, like a wise and powerful king, flow onward, dispelling with your strength all misfortunes. For our well-spoken hymn, give life, O Indu. Preserve us always with blessings.