2His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest: He sternly reckoneth their debts.

3Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra's juice, becomes A thousand−winning thunderbolt.

4Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage When he embellisheth his songs.

5Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war Thou art upon the conquerors' side.