Of you, the Bull, the Warrior, Sovereign Ruler, joyful and fierce, ancient and always youthful, The immortal One who wields the thunder, renowned and great, great are your deeds, Indra.
You are great, Mighty Lord, through manly strength, O fierce one, gathering spoils, subduing others, You alone rule the universe: send forth men to fight and rest them.
You have surpassed all limits in your brilliance, yes, and the gods, for no one can match you. Impetuous Indra, in your might you surpass the wide expanse of sky and earth together.
Like rivers flowing to the ocean, from times long past come the Soma juices; From your birth, deep and mighty, the well of holy thoughts, encompassing all.
The Soma, Indra, which the earth and heaven bear for you as a mother bears her child, They send it to you, vigorous hero! Adhvaryus purify it for you to drink.