Inspired ones, bring forth an inspired thought, in what wise soever the thoughts of men arise.
Let us awaken Indra here with deeds made true in song—for he is a champion who longeth after praise.

For from the seat of truth sprang the vision in song; the bull, begotten of a heifer, joined with the kine.
He rose with a mighty cry; he wrapped about him the dusky realms, though they be vast.

Indra well knoweth this, by hearing it—
For he was the victorious way-maker for the sun; And afterward, having made a bride from a cow, he became her husband, The husband of the cow, and lord of heaven—unshaken, eldest-born, none may stand against him.

By his greatness Indra overturned the laws of the great Flood, while the Aṅgirases sang him their hymns.
He struck down the darksome holds, though they were many— He who with their song-sharp seeing held fast their fortress.

Indra is the match of heaven and of earth. He knoweth all the pressings; he striketh down Śuṣṇa.
With the sun he spanned the heavens in their wideness, and with a stay he held them firm—he, a better stay than the stay itself.

For with thy mace, O smiter of Vṛtra, thou didst cast him down, and the guiles of the godless who swelled with strength.
Thou, bold of hand, hewed him in twain; so didst thou become strong of arm and rich in gifts.

When the Dawns went forth with the Sun, their lights did find his shining boon, That heavenly form which shone down from the heights. Yet no man knoweth its passing hence again.

The first of these fair ones fled afar—the waters stirred at Indra’s bidding.
Where is their crown? Where their deep? Waters, where is thy midst, and where thine ending?

Thou didst unbind the rivers the serpent had swallowed; forthwith they surged in haste— Those seeking escape and those unshackled. Once loosed, they tarried not but fell swiftly down.

They gathered as maids to a river’s embrace. Of old was the stronghold-breaker known as their beloved.
To thy house, O Indra, hath come earth’s store; to us thy many bounties are poured.