Swift rivers, honey-bearing, and churned butter, the priests praised like radiant men; be for us a generous wealth, O Vrishnya, O Swift One; be our strong aid, O Indavah.

The zealous seers have sung a hymn, sweet with Soma and dropping ghī; wealth and manly strengthhav espread themselves among us, and so too the expressed Soma drops.

Thy might, O Indra, at its birth, thee also, and thy mental power, In thy care, Maghavan rich in kine! they have increased exceedingly.