EVEN as an archer shoots afar his arrow, offer the laud to him with meet adornment.

Quell with your voice the wicked's voice, O sages. Singer, make Indra rest beside the Soma.

Draw thy Friend to thee like a cow at milking: O Singer, wake up Indra as a lover. Make thou the Hero haste to give us riches even as a vessel filled brimful with treasure.

Why, Indra, do they call thee Bounteous; Giver? Quicken me: thou, I hear, art he who quickens. Indra, let my intelligence be active, and bring us luck that finds great wealth, O Indra.

Standing, in battle for their rights, together, the people, Indra, in the fray invoke thee. Him who brings gifts the Hero makes his comrade: with him who pours no juice he seeks not friendship.

Whoso with plenteous food for him expresses strong Somas as much quickly-coming treasure, for him he overthrows in early morning his swift well-weaponed foes, and subdues the tyrant.

He unto whom we offer praises, Indra, Indra, who hath joined to ours his wishes. Before him even afar the foe must tremble: low before him must bow all human glories.

With thy fierce bolt, O Deva invoked of many, drive to a distance from afar the foeman. O Indra, give us wealth in corn and cattle, and make thy singer's prayer gain strength and riches.

Indra, the swallower of strong libations rich in the boons they bring, the potent Somas. He, Indra, will not restrict his bounty he brings much wealth unto we.

Yea, by superior play he wins advantage, when he, a gambler, piles his gains in season. Celestial-natured, he o’erwhelms with riches the devotee who keeps not back his treasure.

O Much-invoked. May we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle. May we allied, as first in rank, with princes obtain possessions by our own exertion.

Soma protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners! May Indra from the front, and from the centre, as Friend to friends, vouchsafe us room and freedom.