O Indra, hear us. Pouring down the Soma, we invoke you for great valor.
Give us strong support on the day of trial, when the clans gather on the battlefield.
The warrior, son of a warrior father, invokes you for great strength to be won as plunder:
To you, the lord of the brave, the conqueror of demons, he looks when fighting hand to hand for cattle.
Thou made the sage win daylight, ruined Śuṣṇa for the pious Kutsa.
When thou didst cleave the invincible demon’s head to win praise from Atithigva.
Thou broughted forward the high battle-car; thou upheld Dasadyu the strong when fighting.
With Vetasu thou slewed Tugra, and made Tuji strong, who praised thee, Indra.
Thou made good the praise, when thou rentest a hundred thousand fighting foes, O Hero,
Thou slew the Dāsa Śambara of the mountain, and with strange aids didst help Divodāsa.
Made glad with Soma draughts and faith, thou sentest Cumuri to his sleep, to please Dabhīti.
Thou, kindly giving Raji to Pithinas, slew with might, at once, the sixty thousand.
May I too, with the generous chiefs, O Indra, acquire thy supreme dominion,
When, Mightiest! Hero-girt! Nahuṣa heroes boast them in thee, the triply-strong Defender.
So may we be thy friends, thy best beloved, O Indra, at this holy invocation.
Best be Pratardani, illustrious ruler, in slaying foes and in gaining riches.