Drink this potent elixir filled with offerings: harness your horses here and now. Don't let those other sacrificers hold you back, Indra: these juices are ready for you.
You have the juice that flows, and more that will flow: our resounding songs invite you. Oh Indra, pleased by this libation today, come, you who know all and drink the Soma.
Whoever, devoted to the God, offers Soma with a longing heart and soul— Indra never gives away his cattle: for him he makes the Soma famous.
He looks with loving favor on the mortal who, like a rich man, pours Soma for him. The mighty one supports him with his bended arm: he slays without being asked those who hate devotion.
We call upon you to join us, eager for goods and spoils, for cattle and horses. For your new love and favor, we are here: let us invoke you, Indra, for our well-being.