Honour that Indra, Puruhanman! for his aid, in whose sustaining hand of old, The splendid bolt of thunder was deposited, as the great Sun was set in heaven.
The potent Conqueror, invincible in war, him at whose birth the Mighty Ones, The Kine who spread afar , sent their loud voices out, heavens, earths seat their loud voices out,
O Indra, if a hundred heavens and if a hundred earths were thine— No, not a thousand Suns could match thee at thy birth, not both the worlds, O Thunderer.
Thou, Hero, hast performed thy hero deeds with might, yea, all with strength, O Strongest One. Maghavan, help us to a stable full of kine, O Thunderer, with wondrous aids.
Let not a godless mortal gain this food, O thou whose life is long! But one who yokes the bright-hued steeds, the Etasas, even Indra yoker of the Bays.