Not to leave me, I invoke this Indra surrounded by Maruts, Lord of magical power who rules with might.
This Indra, with his Marut friends, split Vṛtra’s fetter With a hundred-rope thunderbolt.
Indra, with his Marut friends grown strong, tore apart Vṛtra, And released the ocean’s waters.
This is the Indra, surrounded by Maruts, who gained the light of heaven So he could drink the Soma juice.
Mighty, impetuous, surrounded by Maruts, the one who roars loudly, We invoke you with songs.
We invoke Indra, surrounded by Maruts, according to the old plan, That he may drink the Soma juice.
O generous Indra, Marut-protected, much-praised Śatakratu, drink The Soma at this sacrifice.
To you, O Indra, Marut-protected, these Soma juices, Thunderer! Are offered from the heart with praise.
Drink, Indra, with your Marut friends, pressed Soma at the morning rites, Sharpening your thunderbolt with strength.
Rising in your might, you drive away your jaws, Indra, after drinking The Soma that the mortar crushed.
Indra, both worlds complained to you when you uttered your fearsome roar, When you killed the Dasyus.
From Indra, I have measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts, Delicate, faithful to the Law.