1As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of fair deeds, To our assistance day by day.

2Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma; Soma−drinker thou! The rich One's rapture giveth kine.

3So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence: Neglect us not, come hitherward.

4Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in song, Him who is better than thy friends.

5Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place, Ye who serve Indra and none else;

6Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us blest, Still may we dwell in Indra's care.

7Unto the swift One bring the swift, man−cheering, grace of sacrifice, That to the Friend gives wings and joy.

8Thou, Satakratu, drankest this and wast the Vrtras' slayer; thou Helpest the warrior in the fray.

9We strengthen, Satakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerful in fight, That, Indra, we may win us wealth.

10To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt friend ot'him who pours the juice, yea, to this Indra sing your song.

11Inciter of all pleasant songs, inspirer o all gracious thought, Sarasvati accept our rite

12Sarasvati, the mighty flood,− she with be light illuminates, She brightens every pi ous thought. HYMN IV. Indri