The sun of the seventh day rolled forth, the great fame of the abundant one; the tawny hero shattered the way; sight and eye proclaimed the path.

Let them praise the seven-yoked team, great is the strength of that which is not yet full-grown; thedark-brown mares have rushed along the paths so that no eye can follow them.

Hero whom many praise, what thou hast longed for, oven of old, from men. All that we offer unto thee, O Indra, now, sacrifice, laud, effectual speech.