How has he made a great sacrifice, the mighty one, rejoicing in Soma and its source?
Drinking joyfully, he has grown rich with splendid wealth, filled with the Soma’s juice.
What hero has he made his companion at feasts? Who has shared his kindness with others? What wonders does he perform? How often does he come to help and aid the pious worker? How does Indra hear the invocation? When he hears, how does he note the invoker’s desires? What are his ancient acts of generosity? Why do they call him the one who fills the singer?
How does the priest, who labors endlessly, win wealth for himself, the wealth he possesses? May the God listen to my truthful praise, having received the homage he loves.
How does the mortal, chosen by the God, form a bond of friendship, with whom he shares his love? With those who love him, who have bound themselves to him, with firm affection, how does he love them?
Is your friendship with your friends the mightiest? Our brotherhood—how can we tell of it? The streams of milk move, as the sun’s light is most wondrous, the beauty of the Lovely One for glory.
Does the Indra-less spirit, about to be stayed, sharpen her keen arms to strike her? How, by the strength that exacts our debts, does the Strong one drive in the distant mornings we don’t know?
Eternal Law provides food that strengthens; thoughts of Eternal Law remove transgressions. The praise-hymn of Eternal Law, arousing and glowing, opens the ears of the living.
Eternal Law’s foundations are firm; its fair form has many splendid beauties. By holy Law, they bring us long-lasting food; by holy Law, cows come to our worship.
Now, Indra! Praised and glorified, let power swell high like rivers to the singer. For you, Lord of Bays, a new hymn is fashioned. Let us, car-borne, through song be victors ever.