May Indra graciously receive the gifts we offer, both from us and the Soma juice, when he knows of its flow.
You roam far, O Indra, through the realms of light and the worlds of earth, the realm praised by many. Let those who perform solemn rites conquer the noisy ones who bring no gifts.
To me, this sight seems most beautiful, when the son cares for his parents' lineage. The wife attracts the husband; with joy, the man's auspicious marriage is performed correctly.
I have seen this beautiful place where the cows lead the wedding procession, like milch-cows; Where the Mother of the Herd is first and best, and around her are the seven-tuned people of the choir.
The Pious One has arrived before the others; one alone triumphs with the Rudras' band. To these your helpers, Immortal Gods, pour our offerings, with whose praise you can win their gifts.
He who knows the Laws of God told me that you were hidden in the waters. Indra, who knows well, saw and showed you. Instructed by him, I come, O Agni.
The stranger asks the way of the one who knows it; guided by the skilled teacher, he travels onward. This is indeed the blessing of instruction; he finds the direct path forward.
He still breathes; these days he remembers. Hidden, he suckled his Mother's breast. Yet in his youth, old age has come upon him; he has grown gracious, good, and without anger.
We will bring these blessings to them, O Kalasa, who give rich presents, O Kurusravana. May he, O wealthy princes, and this Soma I carry in my heart, reward you.