Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and may it cheer you, Indra, the warrior, like a well-trained horse, Guided by the arms of the presser, you have pressed it.
May the draught of joy, your dear companion, bring you delight, O Lord of Bays, as you vanquish foes. May you, Indra, Lord of princely treasures, find pleasure.
Listen closely, Maghavan, to the words I speak, this eulogy recited by Vasiṣṭha: Accept these prayers at your banquet.
Hear the call of the juice-drinking press-stone; hear the Brahman’s hymn who sings and praises you. Take these adorations to your inner self.
I know and never forget the hymns and praises of you, the Conqueror, and your eternal strength. Your name I always utter. Self-Refulgent.
Many are your libations among mankind, and many times the pious sage invokes you. O Maghavan, be not far away from us.
All these libations are for you, Hero: I offer these prayers that strengthen me. Ever, in every place, must men invoke you.
Men never attain your greatness, Wonder-Worker, Mighty One, who must be praised, Nor, Indra, your heroic power and bounty.
Among all Rishis, Indra, both ancient and recent, who have composed sacred songs, May we share your auspicious friendships, ye Gods, ever blessed.