He, the envious one among men of the wood, with a thousand seeds turned toward the prize, harnesses the wealth. Indra, the radiant purifier, with wise ripples drives the seeking cows.

(Soma) who are the exhilarator, harming (the foe) in battles, (yourself) unharmed, who have a thousand streams, rush against the strength (of the enemy), Indu, who are being purified, the sage, uttering cries, urge on for Indra the wave of juice.

As Gladdener, Warrior never harmed in battle, with thousand genial streams, pour strength and vigour. As thoughtful Pavamana, urge O Indu, speeding the kine, the plant's wave on to Indra.