4 Hear thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who sings and lauds thee. Take to thine inmost self these adorations.
ná te gíro ápi mr̥ṣye turásya ná suṣṭutím asuríyasya vidvā́n | sádā te nā́ma svayaśo vivakmi ||
5 I know and ne’er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength immortal. Thy name I ever utter. Self-Refulgent
7 All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that strengthen. Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee.
nū́ cin nú te mányamānasya dasma úd aśnuvanti mahimā́nam ugra | ná vīríyam indara+ te ná rā́dhaḥ ||
8 Never do men attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded, Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.
yé ca pū́rva ŕ̥ṣayo yé ca nū́tnā índra bráhmāṇi janáyanta víprāḥ | asmé te santu sakhiyā́ śivā́ni yūyám pāta suastíbhiḥ sádā naḥ ||
9 Among all Ṛṣis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers, Even with us be thine auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.