PRIESTS, offer to the Lord of all people the Soma juice from the milked plant, bright and radiant. No wild bull knows its watering hole like Indra, who always seeks the one who presses the Soma,
Each day, you desire to drink the delicious Soma, the food you had before, Indra, happy in your heart. O Indra, drink eagerly the Soma placed before you.
You, newly born, drank the Soma for strength; your mother told you of your future greatness. O Indra, you filled the sky’s vast expanse, and gave the gods rooms and freedom through battle.
When you urged the warriors to fight bravely, strong in their arms, we will defeat them. Or, Indra, when you fight surrounded by heroes, we will conquer in the glorious fray with you.
I will recount the earliest deeds of Indra, and recent acts that Maghavan has done. When he conquered the wicked and the magical arts, Soma became his own complete possession.
This world of flocks and herds around you, which you see with Surya’s eye, belongs to you, Indra. You, Indra, are the Lord of cattle; may we enjoy the treasure you give.
You and Bṛhaspati are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven; may we ever be preserved by the Gods with blessings.