Now have we, Indra, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes
forth to thee.
Coming like floods that follow floods.
As rivers swell the ocean, so, Hero, our prayers increase thy
might,
Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the bay
steeds of the rapid God,
Bearers of India, yoked by prayer.
