WITH constant support, may you share it, make this offering effective. Grown great through strong gifts at each libation, he has become renowned by mighty deeds.
For Indra were the Somas erst-discovered, by which he grew strong-jointed, vast, and skilled. Indra, take quickly these presented juices: drink of the strong, that which the strong have shaken.
Drink and grow great. These are your juices, Indra, both old Somas and these we bring you. Even as you drank earlier Somas, so drink to-day, a new guest, worthy of praise.
Great and forceful, mighty-voiced in battle, surpassing power is his, and strength unyielding. He the broad earth has never encompassed when Somas cheered the Lord of Tawny Coursers.
Mighty and strong he grew for heroic deeds: the Bull was furnished with a Sage's wisdom. Indra is our gracious Lord; his steeds have vigor; his cows are numerous with many offspring.
As rivers follow their streams onward, so to the sea, borne on chariots, the waters. Vaster than his dwelling is Indra, what time the stalk milked out, the Soma, fills him.
Eager to mix with the sea, the rivers carry the pressed Soma juice to Indra. They drain the stalk with their arms, quickly bound, and cleanse it with a stream of mead and filters.
His sides appear like lakes filled with Soma: yes, he holds libations in abundance. When Indra consumed the first sweet offerings, he, after slaying Vṛtra, claimed the Soma.
Then bring it here, and let no one hinder: we know you well, the Lord of wealth and treasure. That splendid gift which is yours, O Indra, grant us abundant wealth that brings all blessings. Give us a hundred autumns for our life: give us, O fair-faced Indra, store of heroes.
O Indra, Maghavan, impetuous mover, grant us abundant wealth that brings all blessings. Give us, O fair-faced Indra, store of heroes, in the fight where spoils are gathered, The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.