Accept, Indra, at our morning sacrifice, this libation, combined with fresh barley, with parched grain and curds, and with cakes, and sanctified by holy prayer.
Partake, Indra, of the barley and the delicious cakes and butter of the midday sacrifice, when your zealous worshipper, hastening to adore you, and eager as a bull, is present, and celebrates (yo) with hymns.