O Indra, not an inferior kine nor poor are thy gains; none other is thy sharp spear of speech.

There is no prosperer other than you, no divider of the spoil, no giver of boons; O hero, there is no(leader) of the sacrificer other than you.

Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby. In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vrtra, win the light of heaven.