Soma has flowed for you, Invoked by us, Speed to our sacrifice with both your horses. To you do the songs flow, mighty singers, imploring, Indra, drink of our libation.
Drink of the juice that men have washed in water, and fill you full, O Lord of Tawny Horses. O Indra, listener of the praise, with Soma that stones have mixed for you, enhance your joy.
To make you start, a strong, true draught I offer to you, the Bull, O you whom Bay Steeds carry. Here take delight, O Indra, in our voices while we hymn you with power and all our spirit.
O Mighty Indra, through your aid, your prowess, obtaining life, zealous, and skilled in Order, Men in the house who share the sacred feast stand singing praise that brings them store of children.
Through your guidance, Lord of Tawny Coursers, you who are firm, splendid, and blessed, The people obtain most liberal help for their salvation, and praise you, Indra, through your excellence.
Lord of the Bays, come with your two Bay Horses, come to our prayers, to drink the Soma juice. To you comes the sacrifice that you accept: you, skilled in holy rites, are he who gives.
Him of a thousand powers, subduing foes, Maghavan praised with hymns and pleased with Soma— Even him our songs approach, Indra, resistless; the adorations of the singer laud him.
The path to bliss for gods and man you found, Indra, seven lovely rivers, divine, untroubled, With which you, rending forts, moved the ocean, and nine-and-ninety flowing streams of water.
You freed the mighty Waters from curse, and as their only God, you watched and guarded them. O Indra, cherish evermore your body with those you won in vanquishing Vṛtra.
Heroic power and noble praise is Indra, the song worships him invoked by many. Vṛtra he subdued, and gave men room and freedom: gakra, victorious, conquered armies.
Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in this fight where spoils are gathered, The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who sl