Let your swift horses bring you, the Strong One, here to drink the Soma juice— Those, Indra, who shine as bright as suns.
Here are the grains drenched in oil; let the swift horses bring Indra in his best chariot.
We call to you, Indra, at dawn, in the ritual, Indra, To drink the Soma juice.
Come here, with your long-haired horses, O Indra, to the drink we offer We call you when the juice is shed.
Come to this song of ours, Indra, to the libation we pour for you Drink it like a thirsty stag.
Here are the drops of Soma juice extracted on sacred grass: drink them, Indra, to grow mighty.
Welcome to you be this hymn of ours, reaching your heart, most excellent: Then drink the Soma juice.
To every pressed juice, Indra, the slayer of Vṛtra, comes To drink the Soma for joy.
May all our wishes be fulfilled, Indra, with horses and cattle, With pure thoughts we sing your praise.