O Indra, Lord of Light, what joys you brought from the Asuras,
Prosper with them, O Maghavan, those who praise this deed, and those whose grass is trimmed for you.
The unending share of horses and cattle that you have securely held,
Grant to the worshipper who presses Soma and gives its worth, not to the mean.
The one without rites or gods who sleeps, O Indra, his unbroken path—
May he die by following his own ways. Hide from him wealth that nourishes.
Whether far off, O Śakra, or near, Vṛtra-slayer, by heavenly songs,
He who has pressed the juice invites you with your long-haired steeds.
Whether in heaven’s bright sphere or in the sea’s basin,
Whether in some place on earth or in the sky, approach.
You Soma-drinker, Lord of Strength, beside our flowing Soma juice,
Delight us with your abundant wealth, rich in pleasantness, O Indra.
O Indra, do not turn us away: be the companion of our feast.
For you are our protection, yes, our kin: O Indra, do not turn us away.
Sit down with us, O Indra, sit beside the juice to drink the mead.
Show great favour to the singer, Maghavan; Indra, with us, beside the juice.
O Stone-caster, neither gods nor mortals have reached you.
You surpass all that was made: the gods have not reached you.
Of one accord they made and formed for kingship Indra, the Hero who conquers in all battles,
Most eminent for power, destroyer in conflict, fierce and exceedingly strong, stalwart and full of vigor.
Bards joined in song to Indra that he might drink the Soma juice,
The Lord of Light, that he might aid with laws and help.
Holy sages form a ring, looking and singing to the Ram.
Inciters, full of vigor, not to be deceived, with the chanters, close to bear.
Loudly I call that Indra, Maghavan the Mighty, who always holds power, ever resistless.
Holy, most liberal, may he lead us to riches, and, Thunder-armed, make all our paths pleasant.
Thou knowest well, O Śakra, Most Potent, with your strength, Indra, to destroy these fortresses.
Before you, Thunder-armed! All beings tremble: the heavens