O Indra, sit ye down, Indra sing your song, companions, bringing hymns of praise.

To him the richest of the rich, the Lord of treasures excellent, Indra.

May he stand by us in our need and in abundance for our wealth: May he come nigh us with his strength.

To him, to Indra sing your song.

For his enjoyment, these pure drops.

Thou, grown at once to perfect strength, Strong Indra, for preëminence.

O Indra, lover of the song, may they bring bliss to thee the Sage.

Our chants of praise have strengthened thee. So strengthen thee the songs we sing.

Indra, accept these offerings thousandfold.

O Indra, thou who lovest song.