You are the bull in gladdening pasture, known as lord of strength; your slaughtered beast is yours. I, bold in my realm, uphold your own weapon and proclaim the feast for Indra’s bounty.

You are the showerer (of benefits); you are born to (bestow) riches; your strength rains (blessings); your self-invigorated mind is the restrainer (of adversaies); your manhood, Indra, is the destroyer of multitudes.

Mighty to prosper us wast thou born, and mighty is the strength thou hast. In native power thy soul is firm: thy valour, Indra, slays a host.