You fought, you made the defile of the slain, all born with bands of foam; behold, the sunlike one turns where he recovered the cattle—Gautama slew the foe.

By your exploits and might you are a warrior you overpower all beings by your deeds and prowess, thishymn which the Gotamas have made, causes you to turn here for their protection.

Praise him who sends us wealth, whose bounties injure none: good are the gifts which Indra. grants. He is not worth with one who satisfies his wish: he turns his mind to giving boons.