With this golden radiance cleansing him, he subdues all foes with his allies, just as Surya does with his. Purifying himself with a stream of juice, he shines yellow and red. When he surrounds all forms with the praise of the singers, with those who have seven mouths.
You discovered that treasure of the Paṇis; you adorned yourself with your mothers in your home, singing praises in your house. It sounds from afar, where holy songs are joyous. He, with a ruddy hue and three times, has won life-power, he, brilliant, has won life-power.
He moves with intelligence, directed towards the East. The celestial chariot, as beautiful as the light itself, rivals it. Hymns praising valor come, inspiring Indra's success, so that you may not be conquered, both by your thunderbolt and by you, both be unconquered in battle.