The Soma has been pressed for you, O Indra; mighty, bold One, come.
May Indra’s strength fill you, as the Sun fills the sky with light.
His two tawny horses bring Indra, the one with unshakable might,
Here to the Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.
Slayer of Vṛtra, mount your chariot; your bay steeds have been yoked by prayer.
May, with its voice, the pressing stone draw your attention hitherward.
This poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent.
Streams of the bright have flowed to you here at the seat of holy law.
Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn praises.
The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his supreme might.
When you yoke your horses, there is no better charioteer.
None has surpassed you in might, none with good steeds has overtaken you.
He who alone gives gifts to mortals who offer them,
The ruler of unshakable power, is Indra, sure.
When will he trample, like a weed, the man without a gift for him?
When, truly, will Indra hear our praises?
He who with Soma juice prepares for you among many honors,
Verily Indra gains tremendous might.
The juice of Soma, sweet to taste, the bright cows drink,
Who for the sake of splendor close to mighty Indra's side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
The spotted cows mingle the Soma with their milk.
The milch cows dear to Indra send forth his death-dealing thunderbolt, good in their own supremacy.
With reverence, passing wise, honoring his victorious might,
They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.
With bones of Dadhyaccha for his arms, Indra, resistless in attack,
Struck ninety-nine Vṛtras dead.
He, searching for the horse’s head, among the mountains found
At Śaryanāvana what he sought.
Then truly they recognized the essential form of Tvaṣṭar’s Bull,
Here in the mansion of the Moon.
Who today ties the strong and passionate steeds of reckless spirit,
With arrowed mouths, heart-piercing, health-bestowing?
Long may he live who richly pays their service.
Who flees forth? Who suffers? Who fears?