WEALTH-WINNER, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice, Flow to the filter when effused.

So, in thine ancient ways. May he, beloved, with a thousand streams Run o’er the fleecy straining-cloth.

Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.

Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men, Of him who threatens us with war.

Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea, a thousand of thy pure bright streams.