Ministers, bring the Soma juice for Indra, pour forth the sweet elixir with the beakers.
To drink of this the Hero thirsts ever; offer it to the Bull, for this he desires.
Ye ministers, to him who with the lightning strikes, like a tree, the rain-withholding Vṛtra—
Bring it to him, him who is eager to taste it, a draught of this which Indra deserves.
Ye ministers, to him who strikes Dṛbhīka, who drives the kine forth, and reveals Vala,
Offer this draught, like Vita in the region: clothe him with Soma even as steeds with trappings.
To him who did Uraṇa to death, Adhvaryus! showing arms ninety-and-nine in number;
Who cast down headlong Arbuda and slew him—speed ye that Indra to our offered Soma.
Ye ministers, to him who struck Svaśna, and did to death Vyaṁsa and greedy Śuṣṇa,
And Rudhikrās and Namuci and Pipru—pour forth libation to Indra.
Ye ministers, to him who as with thunder demolished Śambara's hundred ancient castles;
Who cast down Varcin's sons, a hundred thousand—offer the Soma to Indra.
Ye ministers, to him who slew a hundred thousand, and cast them down on earth’s bosom;
Who quelled the valiant men of Atithigva, Kutsa, and Āyu—bring to him the Soma.
Ministers, men, whatever thing you long for, obtain it quickly by bringing gifts to Indra.
Bring to the Glorious One what bands have cleansed; to Indra, pious ones, bring the Soma.
Ye ministers, obey his order: that purified in wood, in wood uplift ye.
Well pleased he longs for what your hands have tended: offer the gladdening Soma juice to Indra.
Ye ministers, the Lord of heavenly treasure and all terrestrial wealth that earth possesses,
Fill him with Soma as a garner is filled with barley full: be this your labor.
Prepare yourself to grant us that great booty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure.
Gather up wondrous wealth, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.