2When wilt thou gatber men with men, O Indra, heroes with heroes, and prevail in combat? Thou shalt win triply kine in frays for cattle, so, Indra, give thou us celestial glory.

3Yea, when wilt thou, O Indra, thou Most Mighty, make the prayer all−sustaining for the singer? When wilt thou yoke, as we yoke songs, thy Horses, and come to offerings that bring wealth in cattle?

4Grant to the Singer food with store of cattle, splendid with horses and the fame of riches. Send food to swell the milch−cow good at milking: bright be its shine among the Bharadvajas.

5Lead otherwise this present foeman, Sakra! Hence art thou praised as Hero, foe destroyer Him who gives pure gifts may I praise unceasing. Sage, quicken the Angirases by devotion.