Rocking him gently, the busy dames tend unto the new-born Indra, taking him as their portion from the plenty of heroes.

Thou, O Indra, wert born of strength, of force, of might— thou bull art verily a bull indeed.

Thou, O Indra, didst shatter Vr̥tra;
thou didst stretch wide the space between; with thy strength thou didst uphold the heavens.

Thou bearest in thine arms the song of shared delight, even as with thy might thou whettest thy mace.

Thou, Indra, rulest over all things made by thine own strength; thou camest to being throughout all the worlds.