Cattle drove to Indra for fellowship; sages yoked the horses and yoked the bulls for offering. They engendered progeny, proclaiming the world’s abundance; they did not stint the store.

May we (who are) wishing for cattle, for horses, for food, for wives, through his friendship induce Indra, the showerer (of benefits), the giver of wives, the unwearied granter of protection, to come down, as a bucket (is lowered) into a well.

Eager for booty, craving strength and horses, we-singers stir Indra, the strong, for friendship, Who gives the wives we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.