apād ita ud u naś citratamo mahīm bharṣad dyumatīm indrahūtim panyasīṃ dhītiṃ daivyasya yāmañ janasya rātiṃ vanate sudānuḥ
He hath drunk hence, Most Marvellous, and carried away our great and splendid call on Indra. The Bounteous, when we serve the Gods, accepteth song yet more famous and the gifts we bring him.