Hurry to us from afar, O Vṛtra-slayer, from near, To meet the offering to the meath.
Strong are the Soma drinks; come close: the juices fill you with delight; Drink boldly, as you always have.
Joy, Indra, in the nourishing food, satisfy your heart and mind, And make it delightful.
Come to us, without a foe, we call you in our praises, In the highest realm of heaven’s light.
This Soma here, set out with stones and mixed with milk for your feast, Indra, is offered to you.
Graciously, Indra, hear my call. Come and drink the draught, and fill Yourself with blended juices.
The Soma, Indra, poured in cups and jars for you, Drink it, for you are its lord.
The Soma seen in the jars, as the Moon is seen in the flood, Drink it, for you are its lord.
That which the Eagle brought in its talon, unbroken through the air to you, Drink it, for you are its lord.