2In heaven's first region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success, Most glorious, prompt to save, who wins the water−floods.

3Him, to win strength, have I invoked, even Indra mighty for the fray. Be thou most near to us for bliss, a Friend to aid.

4Indra, Song −lover, here for thee the worshipper's libation flows. Rejoicing in this sacred grass thou shinest forth.

5Even now, O Indra, give us that which, pressing juice, we crave of thee. Bring us wealth manifold which finds the light of heaven.

6What time the zealous worshipper hath boldly sung his songs to thee, Like branches of a tree up−grows what they desire.

7Generate songs even as of old, give car unto the singer's call. Thou for the pious hast grown great at each carouse.

8Sweet strains that glorify him play like waters speeding down a slope, Yea, him who in this song is called the Lord of Heaven;

9Yea, who alone is called the Lord, the single Ruler of the folk, By worshippers seeking aid: may he joy in the draught.

10Praise him, the Glorious, skilled in song, Lord of the two victorious Bays: They seek the worshipper's abode who bows in prayer.

11Put forth thy strength: with dappled Steeds come, thou of mighty intellect, With swift Steeds to the sacrifice, for 'tis thy joy.

12Grant wealth to those who praise thee, Lord of Heroes, Mightiest Indra: give Our princes everlasting fame and opulence.

13I call thee when the Sun is risen, I call thee at the noon of day: With thy car−horses, Indra, come wellpleased to us.

14Speed forward hither, come to us, rejoice thee in the milky draught: Spin out the thread of ancient time, as well is known.

15If, Sakra, Vrtra−slayer, thou be far away or near to us. Or in the sea, thou art the guard of Soma juice.

16Let songs we sing and Soma−drops expressed by us make Indra strong: The tribes who bring oblations find delight in him.

17Him sages longing for his aid, with offerings brought in eager haste, Him. even as branches, all mankind have made to grow.

18At the Trkadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirred the mind: May our songs strengthen him who still hath strengthened us.

19When, true to duty, at due times the worshipper offers lauds to thee, They call him Purifier, Pure, and Wonderful.

20That mind of Rudra, fresh and strong, moves conscious in the ancient ways, With reference whereto the wise have ordered this.

21If thou elect to be my Friend drink of this sacrificial juice, By help whereof we may subdue all enemies.

22O Indra, Lover of the song, when shall thy praiser be most blest? When wilt thou grant us wealth in herds of kine and steeds?

23And thy two highIy−lauded Bays, strong stallions, draw thy car who art Untouched by age, most gladdening car for which we pray.

24With ancient offerings we implore the Young and Strong whom many praise. He from of old hath sat upon dear sacred grass.

25Wax miglity, thou whom many laud for aids which Rsis have extolled. Pour down for us abundant food and guard us well.

26O Indra, Caster of the Stone, thou helpest him who praises thee: From sacrifice I send to thee a mindyoked hymn.

27Here, yoking for the Soma−draught these Horses, sharers of thy feast, Thy Bay Steeds, Indra, fraught with weal tb, consent to come.

28Attendants on thy glory, let the Rudras roar assent to thee, And all the Marut companies come tothe feast.

29These his victorious followers bold in the heavens the place they love, Leagued in the heart of sacrifice, as well we know.

30That we may long behold the light, what time the ordered rite proceeds, He duly measures, as he views, the sacrifice.

31O Indra, strong is this thy car, and strong are these Bay Steeds of thine: O Satakratu, thou art strong, strong is our call.

32Strong is the press−stone, strong thy joy, strong is the flowing Soma juice: Strong is the rite thou furtherest, strong is our call.

33As strong I call on thee the Strong, O Thunderer with thy thousand aids: For thou hast won the hymn of praise. Strong is our call.