1This poured libation, Indra drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent! Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.

2When, Indra, thou dost guide thy bays, there is no better charioteer: None hath surpassed thee in thy might, none with good steeds o'ertaken thee.

3Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn eulogies! The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his noblest might!