AGNI I first invoke for our prosperity; I call on Mitra, Indra, to aid us here.

I call on Night who gives rest to all moving life; I call on Indra the Deva to lend us help.

Throughout the dusky Firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal, Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Indra, Deva who looks on every creature.

The Deva moves by the upward path, the downward; with two bright Bays, adorable, he journeys. Indra comes from the far distance, and chases from us all distress and sorrow.

His chariot decked with pearl, of various colours, lofty, with golden pole hath mounted, the many-rayed One, Indra the holy, bound, bearing power and might, for darksome regions.

Drawing the gold-yoked car his Bays, white-footed, have manifested light to all the peoples. Held in the lap of Indra, divine One, all men, all beings have their place forever.

Three heavens there are; two Indra's, adjacent: in Yama's world is one, the home of heroes, as on a linch-pin, firm, rest things immortal: he who hath known it let him here declare it.

He, strong of wing, hath lightened up the regions, deep-quivering Devas, the gentle Leader. Where now is Sūrya, where is one to tell us to what celestial sphere his ray hath wandered?

The Earth's eight points his brightness hath illumined, three desert regions and the Seven Rivers. Deva Indra the gold-eyed hath come hither, giving choice treasures unto him who worships.

The golden-handed Indra, far-seeing, goes on his way between the Earth and Heaven, Drives away sickness, bids the Sun approach us, and spreads the bright sky through the darksome region.

May he, gold-handed Indra, kind Leader, come hither to us with his help and favour. Driving off Rākṣasas and Yātudhānas is present, praised in hymns at evening.

O Indra, thine ancient dustless pathways are well established in the air's mid-region: O Deva, come by those paths so fair to travel, preserve thou us from harm this day, and bless us.