2. Him who of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,Even Indra, O my friends, for help.
3. Fail not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far awayYe who can tame even what is firm!
4. Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:Drink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!
5. Hero, may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,In fight with people rich in kine!
6. Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends!Are licking one another's back.
7. O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bringA hero conquering in war!
8. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to theeComing like floods that follow floods
9. Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, which gladdeneth and exalteth thee,Indra, to thee we sing aloud.
10. We call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves,Call on thee, wondrous, Thunder-armed.