1O SOMA DRINKER, ever true, utterly hopeless though we be,     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

2O Lord of Strength, whose jaws are strong, great deeds are thine, the powerful:     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

3Lull thou asleep, to wake no more, the pair who on each other look     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

4Hero, let hostile spirits sleep, and every gentler genius wake:     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

5Destroy this ass, O Indra, who in tones discordant brays to thee:     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

6Far distant on the forest fall the tempest in a circling course!     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine,     In thousands, O most wealthy One.

7Slay each reviler, and destroy him who in secret injures us:     Do thou, O Indra, give us hope of beauteous horses and of kine     In thousands, O most wealthy One.