Make a home for you to live in, Indra: Much-invoked, go there with the heroes. That you might help us prosper, grant us wealth, and fill us with the joy of Soma.
Indra, your wish, twice as strong, is understood. The Soma is pressed, and pleasant juices are poured. This hymn, spoken from a free tongue, brings Indra to itself with loud invocation.
Come, you Impetuous One; God, from earth or heaven. Come to our holy grass to drink the Soma. Let your Bay Horses bring you here to hear our hymns and make you joyful.
Come to us with all your aid, Lord of Bay Steeds, accepting our devotion. Fair-helmeted, overcoming with might, and giving us the strength of bulls, O Indra.
Like a vigorous horse to its chariot pole, this praise is brought to the great strong Upholder. This hymn seeks your wealth; in heaven, as if above the sky, set our glory.
With precious things, O Indra, thus content us. May we attain to your exalted favor. Send our leaders abundant food with heroic children. Preserve us always, gods, with blessings.