Let your swift horses, yoked, O mighty Indra, bring your chariot here filled with all blessings. For you, the heavenly one, even the poor invoke: may we today, your feast companions, thrive.
Pour forth the brown drops in the vat for service, and they proceed straight ahead, pure. May Indra drink of this, our former guest, Celestial King of the strong Soma draught.
Bringing us hitherward all-powerful Indra on his well-wheeled chariot, may the Steeds carry him Directly to glory, and may Vāyu’s Amṛta never cease and fail him.
Supreme, he motivates men to give the reward—Indra, most effective of the princes— With which, O Thunderer, you remove sorrow, and, Bold One! share wealth among the nobles.
Indra is he who gives enduring strength: may our songs magnify the Most Mighty God. Best Vṛtra-slayer be the Hero Indra, giving these things as Prince with strong effort.