WE surround you like rivers, we whose food is Soma and whose grass is trimmed. Here where the filter pours its stream, your worshipers gather around you, O Vṛtra-slayer, sit.
Men, Vasu! by the Soma, with praises call you to the forefront: When do you thirst for the juice, O Indra, like a bull bellowing?
Boldly, Hero, bring us spoils in thousands for the Kanvas' sake. O active Maghavan, with eager prayers we seek the yellow-hued with herds of cattle.
Sing to Indra, drink of the juice to make you joyful. Close to his bay steeds, armed with spears, beside the juice he is: his chariot is of gold.
He Who is praised as strong of hand, both right and left, most wise and hold: Indra, rich in hundreds, gathers thousands up, honored as breaker-down of fortresses.
The bold-hearted one who none dares provoke, standing in bearded confidence; Much-praised, very glorious, overthrowing foes, strong Helper, like a bull with might.
Who knows what vital force he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice? This is the fair-faced God who, rejoicing in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.
Like a wild elephant rushing here and there, mad with heat, No one may compel you, yet come hither to the draught: you move mighty in your power.
When he, the Mighty, never overthrown, steadfast, made ready for the fight, When Indra Maghavan listens to his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.
Verily, you are a Bull, with a bull's rush. No one may stay you: You Mighty One, are celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.
Your reins are very bulls in strength, bulls' strength in your golden whip. Your chariot, O Maghavan, your bays are strong as bulls: you, Śatakratu, are a Bull.
Let the strong presser press for you. Bring hither, you straight-rushing Bull. The mighty makes the mighty run in flowing streams for you, whom your bay horses bear.
Come, you most potent Indra, come to drink the savory Soma juice