NE’ER doth the man repent, who, seeking profit, bringeth his gift to the far-striding Indra.

He who adoreth him with all his spirit winneth himself so great a benefactor.

Thou, Indra, constant in thy courses, gavest good-will to all men, and a hymn that lasteth, that thou mightst move us to abundant comfort of very splendid wealth with store of horses.

Three times strode forth this Deva in all his grandeur over this Earth bright with a hundred splendours. Foremost be Indra, stronger than the strongest: for glorious is his name who lives forever.

Over this Earth with mighty step strode Indra, ready to give it for a home to Manu. In him the humble people trust for safety: he, nobly born, hath made them spacious dwellings.

To-day I laud this name, O gipivista, I, skilled in rules, the name of thee the Noble. Yea, I the poor and weak praise thee the Mighty who dwellest in the realm beyond this region.

What was there to be blamed in thee, O Indra, when thou declaredst, I am Sipivista? Hide not this form from us, nor keep it secret, since thou didst wear another shape in battle.

O Indra, unto thee my lips cry Vaṣaṭ! Let this mine offering, Sipivista, please thee. May these my songs of eulogy exalt thee. Preserve us evermore, ye Devas, with blessings.