2Great in tby power and wisdom, Strong, with thought that comprehendeth all Thou hast filled full with majesty.

3Thou very Mighty One, whose hands by virtue of thy greatness grasp, The golden bolt that breaks its way.

4Your Lord of might that ne'er hath bent, that ruleth over all mankind, I call, that he, as he is wont, may aid the chariots and the men.

5Whom, ever furthering, in frays that win the light, in both the hosts Men call to succour and to help.

6Indra, the Strong, the measureless, worthy of praise, Most Bountiful, Sole Ruler even over wealth.

7Him, for his ample bounty, him, this Indra do I urge to drink, Who, as his praise was sung of old, the Dancer, is the Lord of men.

8Thou Mighty One, whose friendship none of mortals ever hath obtained None will attain unto thy might.

9Aided by thee, with thee allied, in frays for water and for sun, Bolt−armed! may we win ample spoil.

10So seek we thee with sacrifice and songs, chief Lover of the Song, As, in our battles Indra, thou to Purumayya gavest help.

11O Thunderer, thou whose friendship and whose onward guidance both are sweet, Thy sacrifice must be prepared.

12To us, ourselves, give ample room, give for our dwelling ample room Give ample room to us to live.

13We count the banquet of the Gods a spacious pathway for the men, And for the cattle, and the car.

14Six men, yea, two and two, made glad with Soma juice, come near to me With offerings pleasant to the taste.

15Two brown−hued steeds, Indrota's gift, two bays from Rksa's son were mine, From Asvamedha's son two red.

16From Atithigva good car−steeds; from Arksa rein−obeying steeds, From Asvamedha beauteous ones.

17Indrota, Atithigva's son, gave me six horses matched with mares And Patakratu gave besides.

18Marked above all, amid the brown, is the red mare Vrsanvati, Obedient to the rein and whip.

19O bound to me by deeds of might, not even the man who loves to blame. Hath found a single fault in you.