In all the worlds, there was the Best and Highest, from which sprang the mighty gods, of splendid valor. When born, he overcomes his foes, and those who aid him are joyous.
Growing strong in his might, with abundant vigor, he strikes fear into the Dāsas, eager to win both breath and breathlessness. At banquets and offerings, all sang your praise.
Concentrate your mental vigor on you, when these, twice or thrice, are your helpers. Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness; win quickly with our might in battle.
Therefore, at every banquet, you who win riches, the sages are joyful. With mightier power, Bold God, extend your firmness: may malignant Yātudhānas not harm you.
We put our trust in you in battles, when we see great wealth as the prize of combat. I with my words urge your weapons forward, and sharpen your vital vigor with my prayer.
Worthy of praises, many-formed, most skillful, most energetic, Āptya of the Aptyas: He with his might destroys the seven Danus, subduing many who were deemed his equals.
You bestow wealth in that house where your protection is best, both high and low. You establish the two much-wandering Mothers, and bring many deeds to their completion.
Brhaddiva, the foremost of light-winners, repeats these holy prayers, this strength of Indra. He rules the great self-luminous fold of cattle, and all the doors of light he has thrown open.
Thus has Brhaddiva, the great Atharvan, spoken to Indra as himself in person. The spotless Sisters, who are his Mothers, with power exalt him and impel him onward.