1Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksha's draught, The Soma juice with barley brew.

2O Lord of ample wealth, these songs of praise have called aloud to thee, Like milch-kine lowing to their calves!

3Then straight they recognized the mystic name of the creative Steer, There in the mansion of the Moon.

4When Indra, strongest hero, brought the streams, the mighty waters down, Pushan was standing by his side.

5The Cow, the streaming mother of the liberal Maruts, pours her milk, Harnessed to draw their chariots on.

6Come, Lord of rapturous joys, to our libation with thy bay steeds, come