INDRA, Deva of the mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand Manifold and nutritious spoil.

We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth, Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.

Hero, when thou art fain to give, neithe, may Devas nor mortal men Restrain thee like a fearful Bull.

Come, let us glorify Indra, Lord supreme of wealth, Self-ruling King: In bount. May he harm us not.

Let prelude sound and following chant so let him hear the Sāman sung, and with his bounty answer us.

O Indra, with thy right hand bring, and with thy left remember us.

Let us not lose our share of wealth.

Come nigh, O Bold One, boldly bring hither the riches of the churl Who giveth least of all the folk.

Indra, the booty which thou hast with holy singers to receive, Even that booty win with us.

Indra, thy swiftly-coming spoil, the booty which rejoices all, Sounds quick in concert with our hopes.