FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Devas, indu, to Indra for his drink.

Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to The Devas, O better than our friends.

We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy: Unbar for us the doors of wealth.

He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run Indu belongs unto the Devas.

All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece: Singers have chanted Indu's praise.

Flow, indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man Who worships thee heroic strength.