1WITH what help will he come to us, wonderful, ever-waxing Friend;     With what most mighty company?

2What genuine and most liberal draught will spirit thee with juice to burst     Open e’en strongly-guarded wealth?

3Do thou who art Protector of us thy friends who praise thee     With hundred aids approach us.

4Like as a courser's circling wheel, so turn thee hitherward to us,     Attracted by the hymns of men.

5Thou seekest as it were thine own stations with swift descent of powers:     I share thee even with the Sun.

6What time thy courage and his wheels together, Indra, run their course     With thee and with the Sun alike,

7So even, Lord of Power and Might, the people call thee Maghavan,     Giver, who pauses not to think.

8And verily to him who toils and presses Soma juice for thee     Thou quickly givest ample wealth.

9No, not a hundred hinderers can check thy gracious bounty's flow,     Nor thy great deeds when thou wilt act.

10May thine assistance keep us safe, thy hundred and thy thousand aids:     May all thy favours strengthen us.

11Do thou elect us this place for friendship and prosperity,     And great celestial opulence.

12Favour us, Indra, evermore with overflowing store of wealth:     With all thy succours aid thou us.

13With new protections, Indra, like an archer, open thou for us     The stables that are filled with kine.

14Our chariot, Indra, boldly moves endued with splendour, ne’er repulsed,     Winning for us both kine and steeds.

15O Sūrya, make our fame to be most excellent among the Gods,     Most lofty as the heaven on high.