You, O Great, moved gently, like blind splendour, the incense for the all‑moving one; you became all. For Indra whose lovely face was with the great fame, the plant and man made offerings with streaming tearful hymns.

Worship him who is exhilarated by the sacrificiial food, the mighty Indra; the leader of all men, thecreator of all, whose venerable strength and abundant food and wealth, heaven and earth adore.

I LAUD your Mighty One who joyeth in the juice, him who is shared by all men, who created all; Indra, whose conquering strength is powerful in war, whose fame and manly vigour Heaven and Earth revere.