O Indra, drink this Soma, pressed in the mortar, full of sweetness. Send down to us great wealth— at your joyful feast, in thousands, O Most Healthy. You are growing great.
With sacrifices, oblations, and praises, we come to you. Lord of all strength and might, grant at your joyful feast the finest treasure. You are growing great.
You who are Lord of precious gifts, inciter of the slothful. Guardian of singers, Indra— at your joyful feast save us from sorrow and hatred. You are growing great.
Strong, Lords of magical power, you two churned the united worlds apart, When you, beseeched by Vimada, Nāsatyas, separated the pair.
When the united pair were torn apart, all the gods complained. The gods called to the Nāsatyas, "Bring them back together once more."
May my departure be sweet, and my arrival rich in sweetness. So, through your Deity, both gods, enrich us with all pleasantness.