Mount the swift horses to your chariot, and come to us like Vāyu with his four horses. You, rushing to us, shall drink the Soma. Hail, Indra. We have prepared it for your delight.
For the God invoked by many, I harness the swift Bay steeds to the pole. May they run swiftly and bring Indra here, right here for this complete sacrifice.
Bring the strong horses that drink the warm libation, and, Bull of divine nature, be kind to them. Let them eat freely, set loose your tawny horses, and consume this grain as you do every day.
Those yoked by prayer I harness, swift and friendly Bays that share their joy together. Mount your firm and easy chariot, O Indra, wise and all-knowing, come to the Soma.
No other worshippers should stay behind them, your Bays, your vigorous and smooth-backed couriers. Pass by them all and hasten onward hither: with Soma pressed we will prepare to feast you.
This Soma is yours: hurry to approach it. Drink of it, benevolent one, and never stop. Sit on the sacred grass at this our worship, and take these drops into your belly, Indra.
The grass is strewn for you, the Soma is pressed; the grain is ready for your Bays to feed on. To you who love them, the very mighty, strong, surrounded by Maruts, these gifts are presented.
This is the sweet draught, with cows, men, mountains, waters, Indra, has prepared for you. Come, drink of it, Sublime One, friendly-minded, foreseeing, knowing well the paths you tread.
With the Maruts, who shared Soma with you, Indra, who made you strong and were your army— With these agreeable, eagerly desiring, drink this Soma with the tongue of Agni.
Drink, Indra, of the juice by your own nature, or by the tongue of Agni, O Holy One. Accept this sacrificial gift, O Śakra, from the Adhvaryu’s hand or from the Hotar’s.
Call upon Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best hero in the fight where spoils are gathered, The Strong, who listens, gives aid in battles, slays the Vṛtras