2Let our strong drink, most excellent, exhilarating, come to thee, Victorious, Indra1 bringing gain, immortal conquering in fight,

3Thou, Hero, winner of the spoil, urgest to speed the car of man. Burn, like a vessel with the flame, the lawless Dasyu, Conqueror!

4Empowered by thine own might, O Sage, thou stolest Sarya's chariot wheel. Thou barest Kutsa with the steeds of Wind to Susna as his death.

5Most mighty is thy rapturous joy, most splendid is thine active power, Wherewith, foe−slaying, sending bliss, thou art supreme in gaining steeds.

6As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, as water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.