YE Devas Devas Indra, Aryaman, Mitra, verily Have here obtained supremest sway, high, holy, set apart for you.

When, Indra and Mitra, ye sit in your golden dwelling-place, Ye Twain, supporters of mankind, foeslayers, give felicity.

All these, possessors of all wealth, Indra, Mitra, Aryaman, Follow their ways, as if with feet, and guard from injury mortal man.

For they are true, they cleave to Law, held holy amon every race, Good leaders, bounteous in their gifts, deliverers even from distress.

Which of your persons, Indra or Mitra, merits not our praise? Therefore our thought is turned to you, the Atris' thought is turned to you.