Drink, Indra, as a bull, the Soma, for joy, for rapture, just as you wish. Pour down the flood of mead within your belly: you have always been the king of Soma juices.
Indra, in harmony with the banded Maruts, drink Soma, Hero, as the wise Vṛtra slayer. Kill our enemies, drive away attackers, and make us safe on all sides from danger.
And, drinker at the right times, drink in season, Indra, with friendly gods, our pressed Soma. The Maruts, whom you made sharers, gave you the victory, and you slew Vṛtra.
Drink Soma, Indra, banded with the Maruts, who, Maghavan, strengthened you at Ahi’s slaughter, Against Śambara, Lord of Bays! In winning cattle, and now rejoice in you, the holy Singers.
The Bull whose strength has grown, whom the Maruts follow, mighty Indra, the celestial Ruler, All-conquering, the victory-giver, let us call upon you to grant us new protection.