1a The months, the woods,     The plants, the mountains,     The earth and sky in longing,     The waters, followed Indra on his birth.     b To thee hath been assigned for mighty power,     For ever, in the slaying of Vrtra,     All lordship, and all strength, O thou that art worthy of sacrifice     In the overcoming of man by the gods, O Indra,     c Indrani beyond other women     I have heard to be favoured with a spouse,     For never at any time [1]     Shall her husband die of old age.     d I have not joyed, O Indrani,     Without my friend Vrsakapi,     Whose oblation rich in water     Goeth dear to the gods.     e He who first born in his wisdom     A god, surpassed the gods in insight,     From whose breath the sky and earth recoiled,     In the greatness of his manhood, he, O ye men, is Indra.     f Hitherward be thy might with aid, O dread Indra,     What time the armies meet in combat,     And the arrow flieth from the arms of the strong men;     Let not thine [2] anger spread on every side.     g Destroy us not; bring and give to us     That plenteous bounty which thou hast to give to the pious man,     For this new gift, this song we have sung to thee;     Let us speak forth in praise of Indra.     h Bring it to us, let none intercept it;     For we know thee as wealth lord of riches;     That mighty gift of thine, O Indra,     Vouchsafe it us, O lord of the bay steeds [3].     i With our oblation we summon     1ndra, the giver;     Fill both thy hands with bounty;     Give to us from the left and the right.     k The giver, the bolt-bearer, the bull, the overpowering,     The impetuous, the king, slayer of Vrtra, drinker of the Soma,     Seated at this sacrifice on the strew,     Be thou health and wealth to the sacrificer.     l Indra, the protector, the granter of aid with his aids;     All knowing, be kindly to us;     Let him restrain the enemy, let him make security,     May we be lords of strength [4].     m May we enjoy the favour of him the worshipful,     And also his loving kindness;     May the protector Indra, the granter of aid,     For ever fend far from us the enemy.     n Rich banquets be ours with Indra,     With mighty strength,     Wherewith fed we may be glad.     o To Indra, here sing strength     To place his chariot in the front;     Even in conflict in battle he maketh wide room;     Slayer of foes in the contests     Be thou our comforter;     Let the feeble bowstrings     Of the others break on their bows.