We praise him who grew as the song; the songs of Indra swelled forth. The youthful ones, drinking the soma, sat in the grove.

Let us praise that Indra whom our chants and hymns have magnified; we worship him, desirous tohonour his many deeds of might.

He whom thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains great wealth to nourish him. We with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, Indra Maghavan, on thee.