May you be pleased: your glory has been consumed, Lord of the Golden Horses, as if it were the bowl’s invigorating nectar. For you, the Strong One, there is strong drink, mighty, omnipotent to win.
May our strong drink, most excellent and invigorating, come to you, Victorious Indra! Bringing gain, immortal and conquering in battle.
You, Hero, the victor over spoils, urge the chariot of men to swift motion. Burn like a vessel with the flame, the lawless Dasyu, Conquering One!
Empowered by your own might, Sage, you took Surya’s chariot wheel. You carried Kutsa with the wind’s horses to Śuṣṇa, his death.
Most mighty is your rapturous joy, most splendid is your active power, With which, slayer of foes, you are supreme in winning steeds.
As you, Indra, have always been joy to the ancient singers, as water to the thirsty, So I sing this invocation. May we find abundant sustenance.