May we be blessed with wealth sought by many, most victorious Indu, thousands-fold, glorious, conquering the great.
Effulgent, he has spread, like a chariot, enveloped him in woolly armor; Indu flows in streams, propelled by wood, surrounding it.
Effulgent, Indu flows, distilling joy, to the fleece; He strides forward, seeking cows in the stream, with light, to sacrifice.
For you, O Indu, God, attract all mortals with your wealth, Thousandfold, manifest in hundred forms; good Vṛtra-slayer, make us nearest to your bounty, Nearest to sustenance and happiness, Unyielding One!
Bright with native splendor, crushed between the two stones, The wavy Friend whom Indra loves—twice five sisters dip and bathe, Purifying him, brown and golden-hued, beloved of all; Who with invigorating juice goes forth to all the Deities.
With longing for this sap, you drink what brings capability, Even him who, dear as heaven’s own light, grants high renown to our princes.
Indu, at holy rites, produced you, Heaven and Earth, the Friends of men, Hill-haunting God, the Goddesses. They crushed him where the roar was loud.
For Vṛtra-slaying Indra, you, Soma, are poured so he may drink, Poured for the giver of rewards, poured for the God who sits there.
Ancient Somas, at dawn, flow into the sieve, Snorting away at early morning, foolish, evil-hearted ones.
May the princes, you and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One. Gain him who smells of strength, win him whose home is very strength.