Cheer us with Soma drinks to bring us bliss; Indra, use your might to pierce him. You rage and tremble in your fury, and find no foe near.
Make our songs reach him who alone among men is sacred, For whom the holy food is spread, as the ox plows the barley field.
Within whose hands all Five Peoples' treasures rest. Strike down the one who harms us, kill them like the heavenly bolt.
Slay anyone who does not offer gifts, who pleases you not as easy to reach. Give us his wealth: that's what the worshipper seeks.
You help the doubly strong who sing his praises without ceasing, When Indra fights, you help the mighty in battle.
As you, O Indra, were ever joyful to the ancient singers, like water to the thirsty, So I sing this invocation. May we find abundant nourishment.