I gave the choicest gift unto the singer, and made the sacred speech a might for mine own use.

I stirred the heart of the sacrificer;
and in every strife I laid low the foes who made no offering.

Among the gods they gave me the name of Indra— me, known to the children of the sky, the earth, and the waters.

I took for mine the swift, pale bays, the bull-like pair who follow not the laws of others; boldly I laid hold of the mace, that token of power.

For the poet’s sake, I pierced the veil with my thrusts; I stood by Kutsa in the hour of need.

I, destroyer of Śuṣṇa, bore the slayer’s weapon in hand, and gave not the noble name to the Dasyu, who was unworthy.

To the Vetasus I was as a father, that they might prevail.
Tugra and Smadibha I brought beneath Kutsa’s yoke.
I gave myself to serve the will of the sacrificer— and when I rose for Tuji’s sake, none dared lay hand on his beloved things.

I brought Mr̥gaya low beneath Śrutarvan, when the rite was rightly set and he yielded to me.

I bowed the vassal for Āyu, and Paḍgr̥bhi I made to serve the house of Savya.

Navavāstva, he of lofty chariots, I upheld in strength— I, the breaker of Vr̥tra and all that bars the way.

For him I waxed great, and by the sacred measure I spread.
I carved out realms of light on the farthest edge of the open air.

I ride with the steeds of the Sun, swift as light, borne in my might by the Etaśas.

When Manu presses soma and declares it for me, even the strong Dāsa I shall cast aside with my spear.

I am the breaker of the seven;
greater am I than Nahus of old.
Through my strength I made Turvaśa and Yadu known among men.
I struck one low with my might and lifted ninety-nine to pride.

I, the bull, stayed the seven rushing streams, that ran wild upon the earth.

With steadfast heart I crossed the floods, and through battle, found the way for Manu to go forth.

I seized within them that which even Tvaṣṭar never bound— gleaming milk, longed-for, within the bellies of kine; the honey of all honeys, the soma in its swelling, its mingling with milk, shining and divine.

Thus did I, Indra, draw gods and men unto me.
With the stirrings of my will I moved them— for I give truly, and my bounty is no lie.

All these deeds of thine the mighty ones still sing, O lord of the pale bays, whose glory is thine own.