FOR you I deck a harmless hymn, presenting the Soma juice to Indra and IndraDeva- A hymn that shines like heavenly Dawn with fatness. May they be near us on the march and guard us.

Here where the arrows fall amid the banners both hosts invoke the Devas in emulation.

O Indra, smite back those-our foemen,yea, smite them withyour shaft to every quarter.

Self-lucid in their seats, e’en heavenly Waters endowed with Godhead Indra and IndraDeva. One of these holds the folk distinct and sundered, the Other smites and subdues resistless foemen.

Wise be the Monk and skilled in Law Eternal, who with his sacred gifts and oration. Brings you to aid us with your might, Ādityas: let him have offerings to promote his welfare.

May this my song reach Indra and IndraDeva, and, strongly urging, win me sons and offspring. To the Devas’ banque. May we go with riches. Preserve us evermore, ye Devas with blessings.