Like cows calling to their calves in a stable, so with our songs we honor This Indra, your Wondrous God who stops attacks, who delights in the sweet Soma drink.
Heavenly, generous Giver, surrounded by might, rich as mountains, in precious things, We swiftly seek you. Rich in cattle, bring us a bounty hundredfold and thousandfold.
Indra, the strong and high peaks cannot stop your path. No one holds back your action when you wish to give wealth to one who sings your praise.
You are a warrior by strength, wisdom, and marvelous deed, in might surpassing all. May this hymn draw you to our aid, the one Gotamas have composed.
In your might, you extend beyond the limits of heaven. The earthly realm, Indra, cannot contain you. After your divinity you have grown.
When, Maghavan, you honor the worshipper, no one stays to hold back your wealth. Most liberal Giver, may you inspire our song of praise, that we may win the spoils.