I would praise the far-famed, the bounteous Śakra, for the sake of his protection, who gives desirablewealth by thousands to the presser of the Soma and the offerer of hymns.

Invincible are his hundred-edged weapons, he mighty arrows of Indra; he pours forth blessings on hisliberal worshippers like a mountain rich in springs, when the effused Soma has exhilarated him.

When the effused Soma-drops have exhilarated the beloved one, my oblation is offered abundantly likethe waters, O gracious Indra-- it is like the kine to the worshipper.

The prayers which consecrate the Soma flow forth to the incomparable one who calls you for hisfavour, the Soma-drops which invoke you, O gracious one, have set you in the midst of the hymns.

He rushes hurrying like a horse to the Soma offered in our festival, which the hymns make sweet toyou, O you that love sweet viands, you approve the summons to the satisfying Soma.

Praise the mighty hero, wide-grasping, spoil-harrying, who has control over vast treasure; you, Othunderer ever pour forth wealth to the worshipper like an abundan fountain.

Whether you are in the far distance or in the earth or in heaven, O Indra, god of lofty counsel, yoke yoursteeds, come here, lofty one, with the lofty.

Your harmless steeds which draw your chariot, which surpass the strength of the wind, with which yousilence the enemy of man and with which you go round the sky.

May we once more know you as such, O gracious hero, as when you did aid Etaśa in the decisivebattle, or Vaśa against Daśavraja.

As you were willing to give, O Maghavan, to Kaṇva in the sacrificial feast, or to Dīrghanītha thefriend of the house, as you were willing to give, O slinger, to Gośarya, so give to me a herd of kine shining likegold.