Our friends who offer Soma long to find you: they pour forth Soma and present their offerings. They bear the curses of the people with composure, for all our wisdom comes from you, O Indra.
Not far for you are the loftiest regions of mid-air: come hither, Lord of Bays, with your Bay Horses. These libations are made for the Firm and Strong. Stones are set and fire is kindled.
Indra has fair cheeks, Maghavan, the Victor, Lord of a great host, Stormer, strong in action. What once you did in might when mortals vexed you—where now, O Bull, are those your hero exploits?
For, overthrowing what has never been shaken, you go forth alone, destroying Vṛtras. For him who follows your Law, mountains, heaven, and earth stand as if firmly established.
Much-invoked! In safety through your glories alone you speak the truth as Vṛtra’s slayer. Even these two boundless worlds, O Indra, when you grasp them, are but a handful.
Quickly, your Bay steeds down the steep, O Indra, go forth, crushing foes, make your promise true. Slay those who meet you, those who flee, those who follow; make all your promise true; be all completed.
The man to whom you give as Provider enjoys domestic plenty undivided. Blessed, Indra, is your favor dropping fatness; your worship, Much-invoked! brings gifts in thousands.
You, Indra, Much-invoked! crushed Kunaru, handless fiend dwelling with Danu. With might, Indra, you killed the scorner, the footless Vṛtra as he grew in vigor.
You have established in her seat, O Indra, the level earth, vast, vigorous, unbounded. The Bull propounds the heaven and air’s mid-region. Let the floods flow hither by you sent onward.
He who withheld the kine, in silence I yielded in fear before your blow, O Indra. He made paths easy to drive forth the cattle. Loud-breathing praises helped the Much-invoked One.
Indra alone filled full the earth and heaven, the Pair who meet together, rich in treasures. Bring near us from the air’s mid-region strength, on your car, and wholesome food