We praise you, swift in actions, like a spotted rider; the seers adorn you, keen of skill; your fame among sons is sung, O Indra, with praised words.

Handsome-jawed lord of steeds, rejoice (in the libation); we pray to you, your votaries come to youIndra, worthy of praise, may your food be a pattern and excellent.

A hundred oxen white of hue are shining like the stars in heaven, So tall, they seem to prop the sky.