2T'he son of Prsadvana was Praskaniva's host, who lay decrepit and forlorn. Aided by thee the Rsi Dasyave−vrka strove to obtain thousands of kine.

3Call hither with thy newest song Indra who lacks not hymns of praise, Him who observes and knows, inspirer of the sage, him who seems eager to enjoy.

4He unto whom they sang the seven−headed hymn, three−parted, in the loftiest place, He sent his thunder down on all these living things, and so displayed heroic might.

5We invocate that Indra who bestoweth precious things on us. Now do we know his newest favour; may we gain a stable that is full of kine.

6He whom thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains great wealth to nourish him. We with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, Indra Maghavan, on thee.

7Ne'er art thou fruitless, Indra ne'er dost thou desert the worshipper But now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever more and more.

8He who hath. overtaken Krvi with his might, and silenced Susna with deathbolts,− When he supported yonder heaven and spread it out, then first the son of earth was born.

9Good Lord of wealth is he to whom all Aryas, Dasas here belong. Directly unto thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth brought nigh.

10In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling oil and rich in sweets. Riches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are flowing Soma−drops.