2Bring what thou deemest worth the wish, O Indra, that which is in heaven. So may we know thee as thou art, boundless in thy munificence.

3Thy lofty spirit, far−renowned as fain to give and prompt to win,− With this thou rendest e'en the firm, Stone−Darter! so to gain thee strength.

4Singers with many songs have made Indra propitious to their fame, Him who is King of human kind, most liberal of your wealthy ones.

5To him, to Indra must be sung the poet's word, the hymn of praise. To him, accepter of the prayer, the Atris raise their songs on high, the Atris beautify their songs.