O INDRA, in this battle great and glorious, in this loud din of war help us to victory, Where in the strife for kine among bold ring-decked men arrows fly all around and heroes are subdued.
sa naḥ kṣumantaṃ sadane vy ūrṇuhi goarṇasaṃ rayim indra śravāyyam | syāma te jayataḥ śakra medino yathā vayam uśmasi tad vaso kṛdhi ||
At home disclose to us opulence rich in food, streaming with milk, O Indra, meet to be renowned. Sakra, may we be thine, the friendly Conqueror's: even as we desire, O Vasu, so do thou.
yo no dāsa āryo vā puruṣṭutādeva indra yudhaye ciketati | asmābhiṣ ṭe suṣahāḥ santu śatravas tvayā vayaṃ tān vanuyāma saṃgame ||
The godless man, much-lauded Indra, whether he be Dasa or be Arya, who would war with us,- Easy to conquer he for thee, with us, these foes: with thee may we subdue them in the clash of fight.
यो दभ्रेभिर् हव्यो यश् च भूरिभिर् यो अभीके वरिवोविन् नृषाह्ये । तं विखादे सस्निम् अद्य श्रुतं नरम् अर्वाञ्चम् इन्द्रम् अवसे करामहे ॥
yo dabhrebhir havyo yaś ca bhūribhir yo abhīke varivovin nṛṣāhye | taṃ vikhāde sasnim adya śrutaṃ naram arvāñcam indram avase karāmahe ||
Him who must be invoked by many and by few, who standeth nigh with comfort in the war of men, Indra, famed Hero, winner in the deadly strife, let us bring hitherward to-day to favour us.
svavṛjaṃ hi tvām aham indra śuśravānānudaṃ vṛṣabha radhracodanam | pra muñcasva pari kutsād ihā gahi kim u tvāvān muṣkayor baddha āsate ||
For, Indra, I have heard thee called Self. capturer, One, Steer! who never yields, who urges even the churl. Release thyself from Kutsa and come hither. How shall one like thee sit still bound that he may not move?