INDRA, we invoke you, the Bull, when the Soma is offered. So drink of this sweet nectar.
INDRA, praised by many, accept this Soma that confers strength: Drink it, pour down this satisfying draught.
INDRA, with all the gods, promote our fruitful sacrifice, You, highly-praised Lord of men.
Lord of the brave, bring here these drops of Soma that have been expressed, The bright drops to your home.
Take in your belly, Indra, the Soma, the best of them: Yours are the heavenly drops.
Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: With mead’s streams you are bedecked, Our glory, Indra, is your gift.
To INDRA be the offerings of the worshipper, which never fail: He drinks the Soma and becomes strong.
From afar and near, O slayer of Vṛtra, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to you.
When we call upon you from the space between the near and far, Come here, Indra.