Fifteen meats indeed the cooks boil, twenty they cook together; I am he who drinks both — my belly they fill — trusted by all — hail Indra, onward.

[Indra speaks]: The worshippers dress for me fifteen (and) twenty bulls; I eat them and (become) fat,they fill both sides of my belly; Indra is above all (the world).

Fifteen in number, then, for me a score of bullocks they prepare, And I devour the fat thereof: they fill my belly full with food. Supreme is Indra over all.