INDRA the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds, Indra the choirs have glorified.

Indra hath ever close to him his two bay steeds and word-yoked car, Indra the golden, thunder-armed.

Indra hath raised the Sun on high in Heaven, that h. May see afar.

Help us, O Indra, in the frays, yea, frays, where thousand spoils are gained.

We invoke Indra, the Friend.

Our manly Hero, thou forever bounteous, yonder cloud, for us, thou irresistible.

Still higher, thunder-armed Indra's praises rise, we find every song worthy of him.

He drives the people with his might, the ruler irresistible.

Indra who rules with single sway men, riches, and the fivefold race of those who dwell upon the Earth.

From each side we call Indra.