2To thee with sacrifices, with oblations, and with lauds we come. Lord of all strength and power, grant−at your glad carouse−the best choiceworthy treasure. Thou art waxi ng great.

3Thou who art Lord of precious boons, inciter even of the churl. Guardian of singers, Indra,−at your glad carouse−save us from woe and hatred. Thou art waxing great.

4Strong, Lords of Magic power, ye Twain churned the united worlds apart, When ye, implored by Vimada, Nasatyas, forced apart the pair.

5When the united pair were rent asunder all the Gods complained. The Gods to the Nasatyas cried, Bring these together once again.

6Sweet be my going forth, and rich in sweets be my approach to home. So, through your Deity, both Gods, enrich us with all pleasantness.