COME, we've pressed the juice for you; Indra, drink this Soma here Sit down on this sacred grass.
O Indra, may your swift horses, yoked by our prayers, bring you here Give them a seat and listen to our prayers.
We call you Soma-drinker, friend with Soma, with us Soma-bearers We, Indra, bring Soma juice.
Come to us who bring the juice, come to this our praise, Fair-faced! drink of the Soma juice.
I pour it down within you, so it spreads through all your body: Take with your tongue the sweet drink.
Sweet to your body it should be, the Soma juice delicious to taste: Sweet to your heart, Soma should be.
Like women, let this Soma drink, clothed in its robe, approach, O active Indra, come close to you.
Indra, intoxicated by the juice, vast in size, strong in neck, And strong in arms, slay the Vṛtras.
O Indra, go forward, ruler over all by might: You slay the fiends, Indra, Vṛtra-slayer.
May your catching hook give ample wealth to him Who gives the juice and worships you.
Here, Indra, is your Soma drink, pure on the sacred grass: Come here and drink it.
Famous for your radiance, this juice is offered for your pleasure You are invoked, Akhandala!
To Kundapayya, grandson's son, grandson of Srngavrs! to you, To you I address my thoughts.
Strong pillar you, Lord of the home armor of Soma-offerers: The drop of Soma breaks all strongholds, and Indra is the Ṛṣi’s Friend.
Holy Prdikusanu, victor of the spoils, one among many men, Lead on the wild horse Indra with his powerful grip forward to drink the Soma juice.