When from the strong man's arm the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.
O Indra, where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who assail us, Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.
Deva of the fair helm, give Sudās a hundred assists, a thousand blessings, and thy bounty. Strike down the weapon of our mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.
I wait the power of one like thee, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as thou art. Hero. Strong, Mighty Deva, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not thou desert us.
Here are the Kutsas supplicating Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for Deva-sent conquest. Make our foes ever easy to be vanquished. May we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.
With precious things, O Indra, thus content us. May we attain to thine exalted favour. Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Devas, with blessings.