To help and favour Vatsa now, O Indra, come ye hitherward.
Bestow on him a dwelling spacious and secure, and keep malignities away.
All manliness that is in Heaven, with the Five Tribes, or in mid-air, bestow, ye Indra, upon us.
Remember Kaṇva first of all among the singers, Indra, who Have thought upon your wondrous deeds.
Indra, for you with song of praise this hot oblation is effused, This your sweet Soma juice, ye Lords of ample wealth, through which ye think upon the foe.
Whatever ye have done in floods, in the tree, Wonder-Workers, and in growing plants, therewith, O Indra, assist me.
What force, Nāsatyas, ye exert, whatever, Devas, ye tend and heal, This your own Vatsa gains not by his hymns alone: ye visit him who offers gifts.
Now hath the Ṛṣi splendidly thought out the Indra' hymn of praise. Let the Atharvan pour the warm oblation forth, and Soma very rich in sweets.
Ye Indra, now ascend your car that lightly rolls upon its way. May these my praises make you speed hitherward like a cloud of Heaven.
When, O Nāsatyas, we this day make you speed hither with our hymns, or, Indra, with our songs of praise, remember Kanya specially.
As erst Kakṣīvān and the Ṛṣi Vyaśva, as erst Dīrghatamas invoked your presence, or, in the sacrificial chambers, Vainya Pṛthi, so be ye mindful of us here, O Indra.
Come as home-guardians, saving us from foemen, guarding our living creatures and our bodies, Come to the house to give us seed and offspring,
Whether with Indra ye be faring, Indra, or resting in one dwelling-place with Soma, in concord with the Ṛbhus or Ādityas, or standing still in Indra's striding-places.
When I, O Indra, call on you to-day that . May gather strength, or as all-conquering might in war, be that the Indra' noblest grace.
Now come, ye Indra, hitherward: here are oblations set for you; These Soma-draughts to aid Yadu and Turvaśa, these offered you mid Kaniva's Sons.
Whatever healing balm is yours, Nisatyas, near or far away, therewith, great Sages, grant a home to Vatsa and to Vimada.
Together with the Goddess, with the Indra' Speech have I awoke. Thou, Goddess, hast disclosed the hymn, and holy gift from mortal men.
Awake the Indra, Goddess Dawn! Up Mighty Lady of sweet strains! Rise, straightway, priest of offering! High glory to the gladdening draught!
Thou, Dawn, approaching with thy light shinest together with the Sun, and to this man-protecting home the chariot ofthe Indra comes.
When yellow stalks give forth the juice, as cows from udders pour their milk, and voices sound the song of praise, the Indra' worshippers show first.
Forward for glory and for strength, protection that shall conquer men, and power and skill, most sapient Ones!
When Indra, worthy of our lauds, ye seat you in the father's house. With wisdom or the bliss ye bring.