The firm mountain, enveloped by fierce storms, did not swallow the generous steed of plenty. We extol the thousand-strong, hundred-strong wealth, invoking the cow-bearing bounty.

We solicit the radiant bounteous (Indra), surrounded by powers as a mountain (by clouds), thesupporter of many-- (we solicit him) speedily for renowned food, rich in cattle, and multiplied a hundred and athousand-fold.

Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed, rejoice thee: this we crave. Here the disposers wait on thee. Thy loftiest glories claim our lauds beside the juice, O Indra, Lover of the Song.