Drink the Soma juice, O Indra, as requested. For your first sip is the early morning offering. Rejoice, that you can slay our enemies, O Hero, and we will praise your mighty deeds with lauds.
You have a chariot faster than thought, O Indra; come here quickly to drink the Soma. May your swift horses, your stallions, hurry here, for you love it when you come near.
Adorn your body with the fairest colors, with the golden splendor of the Sun on it. O Indra, come here invited by our friends; sit down and be joyful.
You are so magnificent in your festive glory that even the two great worlds cannot contain it. Come, Indra, with your dear bay horses harnessed, come to our home and the food you love.
The Soma is pressed for your joyous feast, the Soma you drink ever since you waged unequalled battles. These battles prompt the mighty flow of your abundance.
This cup of yours has been found from old, O Indra: Śatakratu, drink from it the Soma. The beaker filled with mead that cheers, the beaker all Deities delight in.
With offerings from many sides, the folk call to you, O Mighty Indra. Our libations for you will be the sweetest: drink them and find them pleasant.
I will declare your deeds of old, O Indra, the mighty acts you first accomplished. In genuine anger, you loosened the mountain so that the Brahman easily found the cattle.
Lord of the hosts, sit among our ranks: they call you the greatest Sage among sages. Nothing is done, even far away, without you: great, wondrous, Maghavan, is the hymn I sing to you.
Aim of our eyes be you, O Maghavan, Friend of friends and Lord of treasures. Fight, Warrior strong in truth, fight the battle and give us our share of undivided riches.