2As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly on, and for the offerer slays his foes. As from a mountain flow the water−brooks, thus flow his gifts who feedeth many a one.

3The drops effused, the gladdening draughts, O Indra, Lover of the Son As waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill thee, for bounty, Thunderer.

4The matchless draught that strengthens and gives eloquence, the sweetest of the meath drink thou, That in thy joy thou maysi scatter thy gifts o'er us, plenteously, even as the dust.

5Come quickly to our laud, urged on by Soma−pressers like a horse− Laud, Godlike Indra, which milch−kine make sweet for thee: with Kanva's sons are gifts for thee.

6With homage have we sought thee as a Hero, strong, preeminent, with unfailing wealth. O Thunderer, as a plenteous spring pours forth its stream, so, Indra, flow our songs to thee.

7If now thou art at sacrifice, or if thou art upon the earth, Come thence, high−thoughted! to our sacrifice with the Swift, come, Mighty with the Mighty Ones.

8The active, fleet−foot, tawny Coursers that are thine are swift to victory, like the Wind, Wherewith thou goest round to visit Manus' seed, wherewith all heaven is visible.

9Indra, from thee so great we crave prosperity in wealth of kine, As, Maghavan, thou favouredst Medhyatithi, and, in the fight, Nipatithi.

10As, Maghavan, to Kanva, Trasadasyu, and to Paktha and Dasavraja; As, Indra, to Gosarya and Rjisvan, thou vouchsafedst wealth in kine and gold.