THE Bull of men, who cherishes all people, King of the Races, Indra, called of many, Fame-loving, praised, hither to me with assist turn having yoked both vigorous Bay Horses!

Thy mighty Stallions, yoked by prayer, O Indra, thy. Coursers to thy mighty chariot harnessed, and borne by them come hither, Indra, we call thee.

Ascend thy mighty car: the offerings are poured for thee and sweets are sprinkled round us.

Come down to us-ward, Bull of human races, come, having harnessed them, with strong Bay Horses.

Here is the Deva-reaching offering, here, Indra. Strewn is the sacred grass: come hither, Indra; seat thee and drink: unyoke thy two Bay Coursers.

Come to us, Indra, come thou highly lauded to the devotions of the singer. May we find early through thy assist. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.