We have taken hold of thy right hand, O Indra, seeking gifts, for thou art the lord of goods, the giver of bounty.

We know thee as the master of kine, O mighty one— grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

Thou art armed with weapons of worth, with help that is sure, with guiding hand and store of treasure vast as four seas.

Ever shalt thou be praised, ever worthy of song, abounding in things of great price— grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

With holy words thou art compassed, with the gods themselves beside thee.
Thou art high and wide and deep, and firm in thy place, O Indra, companion of seers renowned, mighty to strike and put down strife—
grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

Thou takest the prize, with poets as thy champions.
Thou overflowest all bounds with thy strength, skilled in the art, smasher of Dasyus, breaker of walls—above all, true.
O Indra, grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

Thou art rich in steeds, in chariots, in men of might— thine are prizes a hundredfold, yea, a thousandfold, thy hosts bring good, thy bards are brave, thou hast won even the sun itself— grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

To him of the seven kine, whose sight is truth, to Bṛhaspati of deep wisdom my thought doth turn, to the son of the Āṅgirases, meet to be worshipped with homage— grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

Let my eager words, my praises, hasten unto Indra, beseeching his grace, stirring the heart, entwining themselves with his mind—
grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.

That which I ask of thee, give it, O Indra— a dwelling place lifted high, unmatched among the peoples.

Let Heaven and Earth cry out their gladness— grant us now wealth that is shining and strong as the bull.