WE crave of Indra the Deva this treasure much to be enjoyed.

The best, all-yielding, conquering gift of Bhaga we would gladly win.

Indra's own supremacy, most glorious and beloved of all, No one diminisheth in aught.

For Indra who is Bhaga shall send riches to his worshipper. That wondrous portion we implore.

Send us this day, Deva Indra, prosperity with progeny. Drive thou the evil dream away.

Indra, Deva, send far away all sorrows and calamities, and send us only what is good.

Sinless in sight of Aditi through the Deva Indra's influence, may we obtain all lovely things.

We with our hymns this day elect the general Deva, Lord of the good, Indra whose decrees are true.

He who forever vigilant precedes these Twain, the Day and Night, is Indra the thoughtful Deva.

He who gives glory unto all these living creatures with the song, and brings them forth, is Indra.