May this delightful Soma be offered to you by tawny stones. Joying at it, O Indra, with your bay horses come: Ascend your golden chariot.
You made the Dawn bright with love, you made the Sun shine bright with love. You, Indra, knowing, thinking, Lord of bay horses, become great among all glories.
The sky with golden streams, the earth with its green and gold hues— The golden pair give Indra plenty of sustenance; between them moves the golden one.
When the golden Bull comes to life, it illuminates all the realm of light. He takes his golden weapon, Lord of bay horses, the golden thunder in his arms.
The bright, beloved thunderbolt, surrounded by brightness, Indra revealed, Revealed the Soma juice pressed out by tawny stones, driving the cows with tawny horses.