To Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, the streams flow ceaselessly, Savitar, the God, the Law’s fulfiller, Day by day, the waters shine. How long ago did they start flowing?
His mother, knowing well, spoke and named him who was about to strike Vṛtra with his bolt. Day by day, the rivers follow their appointed path, cutting through to their destination.
He stood aloft in the air, against Vṛtra, shooting his deadly weapon. Enveloped in a cloud, he rushed upon him. Indra subdued the foe with sharp weapons.
Like a bolt, Bṛhaspati, blazing fiercely, pierce Vṛkadvara, the hero of the Asuras. Just as you once slew with might, so now slay our enemy, O Indra.
From heaven, cast down your thunderbolt, with which you kill your foes in joy. For the sake of children, make us yours, O Indra, of many children and cattle.
Wherever you love, there do you help and strengthen; you two are the rich worshipper’s supporters. Graciously favor us, Indra and Soma; give us firm footing in this time of danger.
Let it not weary me, tire me, make me lazy, and never let us say, “Press not the Soma.” For him who cares for me, gives gifts, supports me, who brings kine and libations.
Sarasvatī, protect us: with the Maruts allied, you bravely conquer our enemies. While Indra slays the daring chief of Śaṇḍikas, rejoicing in his prowess.
Aim at him who would lay waste to us, pierce him with your sharp weapon. Bṛhaspati, with your arms, slay the foe, O King, give up the spoiler to destruction.
Perform, O Hero, with our valiant heroes the heroic deeds you must complete. They have grown arrogant; slay them and bring us their possessions.
With hymns and homage, I crave joy, addressing your heavenly host, the company of Maruts, That we may gain wealth with full store of heroes, each day more famous, and with troops of children.