What man, God-favoring, has found delight in Indra’s friendship today? Who with a blazing fire and libation honors him for his great protective favor?
Who prays to the Soma-lover with devotion? What pious man lights the morning beams? Who seeks bonds, friendships, and brotherhood with Indra? Who turns to the Sage for help?
Who claims today the Deities’ protection, asks Aditi for light, or the Ādityas? Whose pressed Soma stalks do the Aśvins, Indra, and Agni, well-intentioned spirits, yield?
To him Agni Bhārata will give shelter: long may he gaze upon the rising Sun, Who says, “Let us press the juice for Indra, Man’s Friend, the Mightiest of Heroes.” Neither few men nor many will Aditi give spacious shelter to him.
The pious and devout are dear to Indra; so too is the Soma-bearer, zealous. This Hero restrains the mighty for the zealous; Indra holds the presser’s brew alone. No friend, kin, or relative to him who does not pour, the destroyer of the mute who would resist.
Not with the wealthy churl who does not pour Soma does Indra, Soma-drinker, form an alliance. He takes away his wealth and kills him naked, his Friend to him who offers, for sacrifice.
Not with the wealthy churl who does not pour Soma does Indra, Soma-drinker, form an alliance. He takes away his wealth and kills him naked, his Friend to him who offers, for sacrifice.
From highest to lowest, those standing between birth and death, going and returning, dwelling in contentment, These are the men who call for aid on Indra.