1
Now raise your spirits and behold Indra’s timely portion. If it’s ready, make the offering; if not, you’ll be excused.
2
The sacrifice is prepared; come, Indra; the Sun has traversed half his path. Friends with their provisions sit around you, like clan lords awaiting the wandering chief of the tribe.
3
Dressed in milk and aflame, I imagine; this new gift seems well-prepared. Indra, drink of the noon’s libation’s curds with favor, Thunderer, whose deeds are great.