O Thunderer, loyal followers offered you a drink yesterday. So, Indra, listen here to those who sing your praise: come near to our home.
Lord of the Golden Horses, fair-haired one, rejoice yourself: This we ask. We await you here. Your highest glory deserves our praise, O Indra, Lover of the Song.
Turning, as it were, to meet the Sun, enjoy all good things from Indra. When the one who will be born is born with power, we seek treasures as our inheritance.
Praise him who showers us wealth, whose blessings harm no one: Good are the gifts that Indra gives. He is not worth someone who fulfills their desire. He turns his mind to granting favors.
You, in your battles, Indra, subdue all enemies. You are our father, All-conqueror, removing curses, you conqueror of the conqueror.
The Earth and Heaven cling to your victorious might as to their calves, two mother-cows. When you attack Vṛtra, all enemies shrink and falter, Indra, at your wrath.
Bring to our aid the Eternal One, who shoots and none can shoot at him, Inciter, swift, victorious, best charioteer. Tugrya’s unvanquished Strengthener; Indra, the friend of all, for help we invoke, Guardian of treasure, sending wealth.
Arranger of unarranged things, even Śatakratu, source of might, Indra, the Friend of all, for support we call, Guardian of treasure, sending wealth.