We call the doer of fair deeds, to our assistance day by day.

Come thou to our libations! The rich One's rapture giveth kine.

May we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence.

Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in song, him who is better than thy friends.

Ye who serve Indra and non else;

Or whether, Deva of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us blest, Stil. May we dwell in Indra's care.

Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of offering, that to the Friend gives wings and joy.

Thou helpest the warrior in the fray.

We strengthen, thee the powerful, Indra, we may win us wealth.

To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt friend of him, to this Indra sing your song.