XX Indra

1. Rejoice: thy glory hath been quaffed, Lord of bay steeds! as 'twere the bowl's enlivening mead.

Thine, Steer, is Indu, Steer, the Strong, best winner of a thousand spoils.

2. Let our strong drink, most excellent, exhilarating, come to thee,

Victorious, Indra! bringing gain, immortal conquering in fight!

3. Thou, hero, winner of the spoil, urgest to speed the car of man.

Burn, like a vessel with the flame, the riteless Dasyu, conqueror!