Truly I, a priest, bring the sacred soma-offering, the royal chant in the assemblies. These tameless ones I set before thee: oxen, kine, the foremost of herds.

With your help, O lord of bay steeds, I always go into prayer and into battle, seeking spoil; it is youwhom I insist upon, when I go, longing for horses and kine, at the head of plural nders.

To whose libation doth the Steer, betake him with delight therein? Who takes delight in Indra now?