You, O Indra, among mortals, friend-bringing, mountain-like. All-possessing, hundred-armed, come hither with the slain and the lord of the sacrificial hosts.

Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, rider in all-pervading car, object of many rites, and lord of strength, proceed against the mortal who entertains hostility towards you.

O Satakratu, Lord of Strength, O Indra, Caster of the Stone. With all thy chariot's force assail the man who shows himself thy foe.