Do not praise Indra in vain, do not solicit him with loud calls, O purifier; do not pour forth empty songs. The immaortal ones made for you new sacred thought; may our chariots be always ready.

Glorified (in the past), glorified, Indra, at present, satisfy your worshipper with food, as rivers (are filled with water); lord of horses, a new hymn has been made for you; may we, possessed of chariots, be ever delighted in your praise.

Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for,the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, care-borne, through song be victqrs ever.