2Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to The Gods, O better than our friends.

3We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy: Unbar for us the doors of wealth.

4He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run Indu belongs unto the Gods.

5All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece: Singers have chanted Indu's praise.

6Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man Who worships thee heroic strength.