ENKINDLED, indu, Lord, sends forth his light on every side In friendly show, the bellowing Bull.

He, indu, self-produced, speeds onward sharpening his horns: He glitters through the Firmament.

Brilliant like wealth, adorable, with splendour Indu shines, Mightily with the streams of meath.

The tawny Indu, who strews from of old the grass with might, is honored, Deva amid the Devas.

The golden, the Celestial Doors are lifted with their frames on high, by Indu glorified.

With passion Indu longs for the great lofty pair, well-formed like Night and Dawn

Both Devas who look on men I call, Celestial Heralds, Indra's Self is Indu.

This, indu's offering, shall the attend.

Indu is Indra.

O Indu, the ever-green, the golden-hued, refulgent, with a thousand boughs.

Come to the consecrating rite of Indu, all ye Devas. Soma, Indra, and Agni in accord.