Sing forth your sacred song, wise singers, just as human minds think. Let us bring Indra near with good deeds: he loves our songs, the Hero, and is mighty.
The hymn shone brightly from the place of worship: the Bull came, the Heifer’s offspring. With a mighty bellow, he arose, and filled the wide expanse.
Indra knows how to hear our singing, for he, victorious, made a path for Surya. He made the Cow, and became the Sovereign of Heaven, ancient, unmatched, and unshaken.
Praised by Aṅgirases, Indra overcame the works of the great watery monster. Many regions he filled, and upheld Earth’s foundation with his truth.
The counterpart of Heaven and Earth is Indra: he knows all libations, slays Śuṣṇa. The vast sky with the Sun he expanded, and, best pillars, held it with a pillar.
Vṛtra-slaver with his bolt defeated Vṛtra: the magic of the godless grew mighty, Here you, Bold Assailant, bravely conquered. Yes, then your arms, O Maghavan, were powerful.
Dawn comes attendant upon Surya, revealing wealth of diverse colors. The Star of Heaven appears as if approaching: none know its secrets as it departs.
They went farthest, the first of all these waters, the waters that flowed forth when Indra sent them. Where is their spring, and where is their foundation? Where now, O Waters, is your deepest center?
You freed rivers swallowed by the Dragon; and quickly they set themselves in motion, Those that were loosed and those that yearned for freedom. Now excited, they run unrestingly.
Together they sped to Sindhu: the Fort-destroyer, praised, of old, loved them. May Indra’s earthly treasures reach us, and our full songs of joy approach your dwelling.