My thoughts are brahmanas, noble-born, the sons are auspicious; Sushma goes forth, my mountain is before me. They rule, and let them be appeased with thunder—let the cows yield, those that carry away our possessions.

(Indra): Sacred rites are mine; (holy) praises give me plural asure; libations are for me; my vigorous thunderbolt, hurled (against my foes), goes (to its mark); me, do (pious worshippers) proptiate; hymns are addressed tome; these horses bear us to the presence (ofwhose worshippers, and worship).

Mine are devotions, hymns; sweet are libations. Strength stirs, and hurled forth is my bolt of thunder. They call for me, their lauds are longing for me. These my Bay Steeds bear me to these oblations.