1Tossing about, the active ones came nigh to Indra at his birth, Winning themselves heroic might.

2Never, O Gods, do we offend, nor are we ever obstinate We walk as holy texts command.

3Evening is come: sing loudly thou Atharvan's nobly singing son: Give praise to Savitar the God!

4Now Morning with her earliest light shines forth, dear daughter of the Sky:

5Armed with the bones of dead Dadhyach, Indra, with unresisted might The nine-and-ninety Vritras slew.

6Come, Indra, and delight thee with the juice at all our Soma feasts, Protector, mighty in thy strength

7O thou who slayest Vritras, come, O Indra, hither to our side, Mighty one, with thy mighty aids!

8That might of his shone brightly forth when Indra brought together, like A skin, the worlds of heaven and earth,

9This is thine own Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his mate: Thou carest, too, for this our prayer.

10May Vata breathe his balm on us, healthful, delightful to our heart: