O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves: Chase thou the foes who compass us.

Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked: With fearless heart will I sing praise.

No one with evil thought assails this Indu's holy laws: Crush him who fain would fight with thee.

For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed, indu the bringer of delight.