For verily combined in him are all the fearless powers of aid. Him, rich in wealth, let swift Steeds bring to us, his Bays, to Soma juice for his carouse:
Which merits fame, all-bountiful! and, unsubdued, hath victory in deeds of might. So come to our libations, Strongest! Excellent! May we obtain a stall of kine.
High, glorifier of his friend, he knows all generations, he whom many praise. All races of mankind with ladies lifted up invoke that Mighty Indra's aid.
In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your Hero with high laud, to him the Wise, To Indra, glorious in his name, the Mighty One, even as the hymn alloweth it.
We praise, so that the Mighty One may speed to you, Pourer of bounties , Traveller, prepared to go. Thou favourest the Maruts known to all, by song and sacrifice. With song and praise I sing to thee.
We in the sacrifice perform their will whose voice is lifted high, The worship of those Thundering Ones who o’er the ridges of these mountains fly in troops.
O Indra, Mightiest, bring us that which crushes men of evil minds, Wealth suited to our needs, O Stirrer of the thought, best wealth, O thou who stirrest thought.
O Winner, noble winner, strong, wondrous, most splendid, excellent, Sole Lord of victory, bring all-overpowering wealth, joy-giving, chief in deeds of might.
Now let the godless man approach who hath received reward so great As Vaśa, Aśvya, when this light of morning dawned, received from Pṛthuśravas, from Kanīta's son.
Steeds sixty thousand and ten thousand kine, and twenty hundred camels I obtained; Ten hundred brown in hue, and other ten red in three spots: in all, ten thousand kine.
The gifts which Pṛthuśravas gave, Kanīta's son munificent. He gave a chariot wrought of gold: the prince was passing bountiful, and won himself most lofty fame.
Come thou to this great rite of ours, Vāyu! to give us vigorous light. We have served thee that thou mightest give much to us, yea, mightest quickly give great wealth.
Who with thrice seven times seventy horses comes to us, invested with the rays of morn, Through these our Soma-draughts and those who press, to give, drinker of pure bright Soma Juice.
Who hath inclined this glorious one, bounteous himself, to give me gifts. Borne on firm chariot with the prosperous Nahuṣa, wise, to a man yet more devout.
Sole Lord in beauty meet for praise, O Vāyu, dropping fatness down, Hurried along by steeds, by camels, and by hounds, spreads forth thy train: even this it is.
A hundred has the sage received, Dāsa Balbūtha's and Tarukṣa's gifts. These are thy people, Vāyu, who rejoice with Indra for their guard, rejoice with Gods for guards.