SONG-LOVER! Like a charioteer, songs come to you when Soma flows.
O Indra, they have called to you as mothers to their calves.
Bright juices bitherward have sped you, Indra, Lover of the Song.
Drink, Indra, of this flowing sap; it’s set in every house for you.
Drink Soma to inspire you, Indra, the juice the Falcon brought:
For you are King and Sovran Lord of all the families of men.
O Indra, hear Tirasci’s call, the call of one who serves you.
Satisfy him with wealth of cows and valiant offspring: You are great.
For he, O Indra, has produced for you the newest joyful song,
A hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full of sacred truth.
We will praise him with songs and hymns of praise, magnifying him.
Striving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.
Now come and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sāma hymns.
Let the pure milky draught delight him, strengthened by pure songs of praise.
O Indra, come pure to us, with pure assistance, pure yourself.
Pure, send riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure, be glad.
Pure, you strike the Vṛtras dead, and strive, pure, to win the spoil.