FLOW, thou who viewest men, to give delight, to entertain the Gods, Indu, to Indra for his drink.
Stream to thine embassy for us: thou hastenest, for Indra, to The Gods, O better than our friends.
We balm thee, red of hue, with milk to fit thee for the rapturous joy: Unbar for us the doors of wealth.
He through the sieve hath passed, as comes a courser to the pole, to run Indu belongs unto the Gods.
All friends have lauded him as he sports in the wood, beyond the fleece: Singers have chanted Indu's praise.
Flow, Indu, with that stream wherein steeped thou announcest to the man Who worships thee heroic strength.
