1HITHERWARD! they who light flame and straightway trim the sacred grass.     Whose Friend is Indra ever young.

2High is their fuel, great their laud, wide is their splinter from the stake,     Whose Friend is Indra ever young.

3Unequalled in fight the hero leads his army with the warrior chiefs.     Whose Friend is Indra ever young.

4The new-born Vṛtra-slayer asked his Mother, as he seized his shaft,     Who are the fierce? Who are renowned?

5Śavasī answered, He who seeks thine enmity will battle like     A stately elephant on a hill.

6And hear, O Maghavan; to him who craves of thee thou grantest all     Whate’er thou makest firm is firm.

7What time the Warrior Indra goes to battle, borne by noble steeds,     Best of all charioteers is he.

8Repel, O Thunder-armed, in all directions all attacks on us:     And be our own most glorious God.

9May Indra set our car in front, in foremost Place to win the spoil,     He whom the wicked injure not.

10Thine enmity may we escape, and, Śakra, for thy bounty, rich     In kine, may we come near to thee

11Softly approaching, Thunder-armed wealthy by hundreds, rich in steeds,     Unrivalled, ready with our gifts.

12For thine exalted excellence gives to thy worshippers each day     Hundreds and thousands of thy boons.

13Indra, we know thee breaker-down even of strong forts, winner of spoil,     As one who conquers wealth for us.

14Though thou art highest, Sage and Bold! let the drops cheer thee when we come     To thee as to a trafficker.

15Bring unto us the treasure of the opulent man who, loth to give,     Hath slighted thee for gain of wealth.

16Indra, these friends of ours, supplied with Soma, wait and look to thee,     As men with fodder to the herd.

17And thee who art not deaf, whose cars are quick to listen, for our aid,     We call to us from far away.

18When thou hast listened, make our call one which thou never wilt forget,     And be our very nearest Friend.

19When even now, when we have been in trouble, we have thought of thee,     O Indra, give us gifts of kine.

20O Lord of Strength, we rest on thee, as old men rest upon a staff:     We long to have. thee dwell with us.

21To Indra sing a song of praise, Hero of mighty valour, him     Whom no one challenges to war.

22Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink:     Sate thee and finish thy carouse.

23Let not the fools, or those who mock beguile thee when they seek thine aid     Love not the enemies of prayer.

24Here let them with rich milky draught cheer thee to great munificence:     Drink as the wild-bull drinks the lake.

25Proclaim in our assemblies what deeds, new and ancient, far away,     The Vṛtra-slayer hath achieved.

26In battle of a thousand arms Indra drank Kadrū's Soma juice:     There he displayed his manly might.

27True undeniable strength he found in Yadu and in Turvaśa,     And conquered through the sacrifice.

28Him have I magnified, our Lord in, common, Guardian of your folk,     Discloser of great wealth in kine;

29Ṛbhukṣan, not to be restrained, who strengthened Tugra's son in lauds,     Indra beside the flowing juice;

30Who for Triśoka clave the hill that formed a wide receptacle,     So that the cows might issue forth.

31Whate’er thy plan or purpose be, whate’er, in transport, thou wouldst do,     Do it not, Indra, but be kind.

32But little hath been heard of done upon the earth by one like thee i     Let thine heart, Indra, turn to us.

33Thine then shall be this high renown, thine shall these lofty praises be,     When, Indra, thou art kind to us.

34Not for one trespass, not for two, O Hero, slay us, nor for three,     Nor yet for many trespasses.

35I fear one powerful like thee, the crusher-down of enemies,     Mighty, repelling all attacks.

36O wealthy God, ne’er may I live to see my friend or son in need:     Hitherward let thy heart be turned.

37What friend, O people, unprovoked, hath ever said unto a friend,     He turns and leaves us in distress?

38Hero, insatiate enjoy this Soma juice so near to thee,     Even as a hunter rushing down.

39Hither I draw those Bays of thine yoked     by our hymn, with splendid car,     That thou mayst give unto the priests.

40Drive all our enemies away, smite down the foes who press around,     And bring the wealth for which we long:

41O Indra, that which is concealed in strong firm place precipitous:     Bring us the wealth for which we long

42Great riches which the world of men shall recognize as sent by thee:     Bring us the wealth for which we long.