1Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou: Thou seekest friendship but in war.

2Him who of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you, Even Indra, O my friends, for help.

3Fail not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away Ye who can tame even what is firm!

4Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine: Drink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!

5Hero, may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath, In fight with people rich in kine!

6Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends! Are licking one another's back.

7O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring A hero conquering in war!

8So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee