I have the memory of you as a herd of treasures, a wealth-bearing offering, blind to folly. With prayers we invoke Indra among the cows in their sounds.

We offer praise with our hymns, as cows (low) to their calf in the stalls, to that handsome Indra of yours,(O priests), the overcomer of enemies, who rejoices in the excellent Soma.

O THUNDERER, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time yesterday. So, Indra, listen here to those who bring the laud: come near unto our dwellingplace.