Many songs have gathered within you, O Indra, and many noble thoughts come from you. Now and long ago, wise men's praises, sacred hymns, and lauds have yearned for you.
Praised by many, brave, invoked by many, only you are glorified at sacrifices. Like a chariot ready for great deeds, Indra must bring us joy.
They go to Indra and exalt him, with no prayers nor lauds troubling him; For when a hundred or a thousand sing, praising one who loves the song, they delight him.
Like the brightness that mixes with the Moon in heaven, the offered Soma yearns to mix with Indra. Like water brought to people in deserts, our sacrifices still refresh him.
This powerful praise, to Indra has been spoken by the poets, That in the great battle against foes, loved by all life, Indra may protect and help us.