INDRA, though you are hailed from every direction, from east and west, north and south, Come quickly here with swift horses.
If in the brilliance of the heavens, rich with light, you find delight, Or in the ocean with Soma juice.
With songs I summon you, Great and Widespread, just as a cow brings profit, INDRA, to drink the Soma potion.
Hither, O INDRA, let your steeds carry you and bring your glory, Your majesty, God!
You, INDRA, will be praised and sung as great, strong, lordly in your deeds, Come here and drink our Soma.
We who have prepared the Soma and set the feast invite you, To sit on this sacred grass.
As INDRA, you are always the common Lord of all, alike, As such we invoke you now.
The men with stones have milked this Soma nectar for you, INDRA, please it, and drink it.
Ignore no pious men skilled in sacred song: come quickly, With speed, and give us high praise.
May the mighty rest unharmed, the King who gives me spotted cows, Cows adorned with golden trappings.
Beside a thousand spotted cows, I received a gift of gold, Pure, brilliant, and exceedingly great.
Durgaha's descendants, giving me a thousand cows, generous, Won fame among the gods.