You conquered, you did not yield; you overcame wealth and cattle in mighty deeds. You, O foremost, sat above the foemen; stir our oblations at the sacred fires, O Indra.

You conquer, and withhold not the booty; in trifling or in serious conflicts, we sharpen you, fierce Maghavan, for our defence; do you, therefore, inspirit us in our defiances.

Thou hast prevailed, and hast not kept the booty back, in trifling battles in those of great account. We make thee keen, the Mighty One, succour us: inspire us, Maghavan, when we defy the foe.