2And he is best of charioteers. Indra, the hero's Lord, allied With him as Friend, destroys the foes.

3And there the best of charioteers hath guided through the speckled cloud The golden wheel of Sura's car.

4Whate'er we speak this day to thee, Wise, Wondrous God whom many praise, Give thou fulfilment of our thought.

5Lead on this company of ours, that longs for kine, to win the spoil: Thou, Pusan, art renowned afar.

6Prosperity we crave from thee, afar from sin and near to wealth, Tending to perfect happiness both for to. morrow and to−day.