As the greatest Maghavan, the foremost Bull, Best breaker-down of fortresses, cattle-winner, Wealth-giver, we seek you, Indra Maghavan.
You who subjugated Āyu, Kutsa, Atithigva, growing stronger each day in your might, In this way, arousing your power, we invoke you now, Śatakratu, Lord of Bays.
The pressing stones will pour forth for us the essence of the blood of all, Drops that have been pressed far among the people, and those that have been pressed near us.
Repel all enemies and keep them far away: may all gain treasure for themselves. Among the Sistas are the stalks that make you glad, where you sit with Soma.
Come, Indra, very close to us with the aid of a resolute heart; Come, most auspicious, with your most auspicious help, dear kin, with dear kin, come!
Grant offspring to the chief of men, the lord of heroes, victor in battle. Help the men who sing your praises and keep their spirits ever pure and bright.
May we be as sure to win your favor in battle as we can: With holy offerings and prayers to the gods, we intend to win the spoils.
Mine, Lord of Bays, I am. Pray for the spoils. Still with your help I seek the fight. So, at the head of the raiders, I, yearning for horses and cattle, unite myself with you alone.