Sing strength to Indra that shall set his chariot in the foremost place. Giver of room in closest fight, slayer of foes in shock of war, be thou our great encourager. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of feeble enemies.
Thou didst destroy the Dragon: thou sentest the rivers down to earth. Foeless, O Indra, wast thou born. Thou tendest well each choicest thing. Therefore we draw us close to thee. Let the weak bowstrings break upon the bows of feeble enemies.
वि षु विश्वा अरातयो ऽर्यो नशन्त नो धियः । अस्तासि शत्रवे वधं यो न इन्द्र जिघांसति या ते रातिर् ददिर् वसु नभन्ताम् अन्यकेषां ज्याका अधि धन्वसु ॥
vi ṣu viśvā arātayo 'ryo naśanta no dhiyaḥ | astāsi śatrave vadhaṃ yo na indra jighāṃsati yā te rātir dadir vasu nabhantām anyakeṣāṃ jyākā adhi dhanvasu ||
Destroyed be all malignities and all our enemy's designs. Thy bolt thou castest, at the foe, O Indra, who would smite us dead: thy liberal bounty gives us wealth.
Do thou bestow upon us her, O Indra, who yields according to the singer's longing, That the great Cow may, with exhaustless udder, pouring a thousand streams, give milk to feed us.