1I Hear, as though 'twere close at hand, the cracking of the whips they hold: They gather splendour on their way.

2Indra, these friends of ours, supplied with Soma, wait and look to thee As men with fodder to the herd.

3Before his hot displeasure all the peoples, all the men bow down, As rivers bow them to the sea.

4We choose unto ourselves that high protection of the mighty Gods, That it may help and succour us.

5O Brahmanaspati, make thou Kakshivan Ausija a loud Chanter of flowing Soma juice!

6Much honoured with libations may the Vritra-slayer watch for us: