Approach us on your chariot, Soma drink from times past; loosen the sacred grass for our guests. Bring us your dear companions, the ones who offer sacrifice. These men call you here.
Come, True Friend, past many people; come with your two fine horses to our devotion. For these hymns call to you, O Indra, songs made for praise, seeking your friendship.
With your fine horses, Indra, God, come quickly to this sacrifice that raises worship; With my thoughts, offering oil to feed you, I call you to the sweet libation feast.
Let your two fine horses carry you here, strong and good to draw, dear companions. With the blended offering we bring, may Indra, Friend, hear his friend’s adoration.
Will you not make me guardian of the people, make me, impetuous Maghavan, their ruler? Make me a Rishi who has drunk Soma? Will you not give me wealth that lasts forever?
Yoke your chariot, lead your tall Bays, Indra, companions of your feast, carry you here, Those from old who press to heaven’s farthest limits, the Bull’s impetuous and well-groomed horses.
Drink the strong Soma pressed by strong ones, Indra, that which the Falcon brought you when you longed; In whose wild joy you stir up the people, in whose wild joy you opened the cow-stalls.
We call to Indra, Makhavan, auspicious, best Hero in the battle where spoils are gathered; The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vṛtras, wins and gathers riches.