INDRA and Indra, at my task's completion I urge you on with food and sacred service.
Accept these offerings, leading us on by unobstructed pathways.
Ye who inspire all hymns, may hymns of praise that now are sung address you, the lauds that are recited by the singers.
Lords of joy-giving draughts come, giving gifts of treasure. With brilliant rays of hymns let chanted praises, repeated with the lauds, adorn and deck you.
May yourhorses bring you hither sharers of the banquet. Of all our hymns accept the invocations list to my meditations, and hear the songs I sing you.
This your deed, Indra and IndraDeva, must be lauded. Ye made the Firmament of larger compass, and made the regions broad for our existence.
Strengthened with sacred offerings, first eaters, served with joy ana oblation.
Hear ye my meditations, give ear unto my calling.
Ye Twain have conquered, ne’er have yc been conquered: never hath either of the Twain been vanquished. Ye, Indra and IndraDeva, when ye fought the battle, produced this infinite with three divisions.