1INDRA, bring wealth that gives delight, the victor's ever−conquering wealth, Most excellent, to be ou r aid;

2By means of which we may repel our foes in battle hand to hand, By thee assisted with the car.

3Aided by thee, the thunder−armed, Indra, may we lift up the bolt, And conquer all our foes in fight.

4With thee, O India, for ally with missile−darting heroes, may We conquer our embattled foes.

5Mighty is Indra, yea supreme; greatness be his, the Thunderer: Wide as the heaven extends his power

6Which aideth those to win them sons, who come as heroes to the fight, Or singers loving holy thoughts.

7His belly, drinking deepest draughts of Soma, like an ocean swells, Like wide streams from the cope of heaven.

8So also is his excellence, great, vigorous, rich in cattle, like A ripe branch to the worshipper.

9For verily thy mighty powers, Indra, are saving helps at once Unto a worshipper like me.

10So are his lovely gifts; let lauds and praises be to Indra sung, That he may drink the Soma juice.