Come to us, Indra, from afar, like a hero’s lord leading us to the gatherings, home, like a king, your heroes’ lord.
We come with offerings of delicious food, with Soma juice poured forth, invoking you,
As sons invite a father, that you may gain strength, the bountiful one, to gain strength.
O Indra, drink the Soma juice pressed out with stones, poured from the reservoir, as an ox drinks the spring, a very thirsty bull drinking the spring.
For the sweet draught that cheers you, for the strongest refreshment of your strength.
Let your bay horses bring you here, like the Sun, as every day they bring the Sun.
He found the treasure brought from heaven that lay hidden, close-hidden, like a bird’s nest, in rock, enclosed in endless rock.
Best Aṅgiras, armed with a bolt, he strove to win the stall of cattle; thus Indra has revealed the hidden food, the doors, the hidden food.
With both hands gripping his thunderbolt, Indra made its edge keen for hurling, like a carving-knife for Ahi’s slaughter, making it keen.
Endowed with majesty and strength, O Indra, and with lordly might,
You crash down the trees, as a craftsman fells them, crashing them down with an axe.
Without effort, you let loose the floods to run their free course down,
Like chariots, to the sea, like chariots showing forth their strength.
They, reaching away, join their strength for one eternal end,
Even as the cows pour forth everything for man, and pour forth all things for mankind.
Eager for riches, men have formed this song for you, like a skilled craftsman fashions a chariot, they have worked you to their bliss;
Adorning you, O Singer, like a generous steed for deeds of might,
Yea, like a steed to show his strength and win the prize, that he may bear each prize away.
For Pūru, you shattered ninety forts, for Divodāsa, your boon servant with your bolt, O Dancer, for your worshipper.
For Atithigva, the Strong, brought Śambara from the mountain down,
Distributing the mighty treasures with your strength, parting all treasures with your strength.
Indra helps his Aryan worshipper in battles, who has a hundred helpers in every fray, in frays that