As you, Śakra, drank Soma with Manu, the sun god, As you, Indra, loved the hymn by Trita's side, so you rejoice with Āyu now.
As you cheered Mātariśvan, Medhya, Prasadhra with pressed juice, Drinking Soma with Rjunas, Syūmaraśmi, by Dasonya's Dasasipra's side.
It is he who owns the lauds and bravely drinks the Soma juice, To him Viṣṇu came striding his three wide steps, as Mitra's statutes ordered it.
In whose laud you joy, Indra, at the great deed, O Śatakratu, Mighty One! Seeking renown, we call you as the milkers call the cow that yields abundant milk.
He is our Sire who gives to us, Great, Mighty, ruling as he wills. Unsought, may he the Strong, Rich, Lord of ample wealth, give us of horses and of kine.
He to whom you, Good Lord, give that he may give increases wealth that nourishes. Eager for wealth, we call on Indra, Lord of wealth, on Śatakratu with our lauds.
Never are you neglectful: you guard both races with your care. The call on Indra, fourth Āditya! is thine own. Amṛta is established in the heavens.
The one who offers to you, Indra, Lover of the Song, liberal Maghavan, As at the call of Kaṇva so, O gracious Lord, hear, you our songs and eulogy.
The song of ancient time has been sung: to Indra have you said the prayer. They have sung many a Brhati of sacrifice, poured forth the worshipper's many thoughts.
Indra has gathered mighty stores of wealth, and both the worlds, yes, and the Sun. Pure, brightly-shining, mixed with the milk, the Soma draughts make Indra glad.