When we press the juice, we praise you, Indra, and when we win the spoils, we are most valiant. Bring us prosperity, so that each of us can achieve what they desire under your protection, may we conquer.
Born sublime, oh Indra, Hero, with Surya, may you subdue the Dāsa races. As at a fountain's edge, we bring the Soma hidden deep within the waters.
Answer the hymn-singer’s songs, for you know them, seeking the Ṛṣis' prayer, yourself a singer. May we be the ones who enjoy the Soma: these with sweet offerings, O Chariot-rider.
These holy prayers, O Indra, I sing for you; grant to the men the strength of men, you Hero. Be of one mind with those you joy, keep the singers safe and their companions.
Listen to Pṛthi's call, heroic Indra, and be praised by Venya's hymns. He who has sung you to your oil-rich home, whose rolling songs have made you swift as a torrent.