Even yesterday I sought you, O man, as one clothed in strength and abundant; I call Indra the singer of hymns—hear and hold the friendly shelter here.

Thunderer, your worshippers, ready with their oblations, have today and yesterday made you drink (theSoma); listen, Indra, here to us who offer you praise and come you to our dwelling.

GREAT, verily, is Indra's might. I have beheld, and hither comes Thy bounty, Dasyave-vrka!