Indra, with your help, the mortal man goes ahead in the wealth of horses and cows. You fill him with plenty, just as the waters fill the Sindhu river clearly seen from afar.
Heavenly waters don't come close to the priestly bowl; they just look down and see how wide the air spreads. The Devas lead the pious man to them; like suitors, they delight in him who loves prayer.
You have blessed the couple who serve you with an elevated ladle, man and wife. They live unchecked and prosper under your law; your power brings blessings to the sacrificer offering gifts.
First, the Aṅgirases gained vital power, whose fires were lit through good deeds and sacrifice. Together, they found the Paṇi's hoarded wealth, the cattle, and the wealth in horses and cows.
Atharvan first laid the paths through sacrifices, guardian of the Law, and the loving Sun sprang up. Uśanā Kāvya led the kine straight here. May we honor Yama’s immortal birth with offerings.
When sacred grass is trimmed to aid the auspicious work, or the hymn sings its praise to the sky, Where the stones ring like a skilled singer, Indra truly delights when these come near.