All the stars in the heavens, together with the moon, are held under his command. Such is the might of the divine one, Indra, who pervades and governs all. He is the mystery at the heart of creation: from the day he was born, and from him the day itself took birth. He emerged from the night, and from him, night arose. The midspace came forth from him, and from midspace, he was born. The wind was born from him, and he from the wind; the sky above was born from him, and he from the sky. From the directions he was born, and from him, the directions sprang forth. The earth itself was born from him, and he was born from the earth. Fire was born from him, and from fire, he was born. The waters, too, were born from him, and from the waters, he took birth. He is the source and offspring of the sacred Ṛg verses, and from him, the Ṛg verses flow. Sacrifice itself was born from him, and he from the sacrifice. Indeed, he is the sacrifice—his own, which is made the head of all sacrifices. He is the one who thunders in the heavens, who flashes with lightning, who hurls the stone in might. Whatever happens—whether for good or for evil, for man or for demon—whatever is done to the plants, whatever is rained down for blessing, whatever offspring are increased, all these unfold within his greatness. O Maghavan, your greatness is as boundless as the hundred forms you assume. Even your bonds, however many—bound by a hundred, or by a thousand—are yours alone to command. May you, Indra, be ever greater than those who oppose you; may you be mightier than death itself. May you surpass all enmity, O lord of strength, for you are Indra, all-pervading and all-powerful. To you we offer our worship. Homage to you! Look upon us, see us, do not turn your gaze away. With food and drink, with fame and brilliance, with the radiance of the Brahmin, with water, with strength and might—thus we worship you. With water, with the red dawn, with the silvery realm, with might—thus we worship you. Wide, broad, and well-founded is your domain; expansive, excellent, and shining is your world. May you be a good spirit, a generous spirit, a united and striving spirit—thus we worship you. Homage to you! Look upon us, see us, do not turn your gaze away. With food and drink, with fame and brilliance, with the radiance of the Brahmin, we honor you. The earth is upheld by truth, the sky is upheld by the sun; the Ādityas stand firm by order, and Soma is established in the heavens. By Soma, the Ādityas are strong; by Soma, the great earth is mighty. Among all these stars, Soma is set in their midst. When one drinks, he believes he has consumed Soma as the herbs are pressed; but the Soma known by the Brahmins, no mortal partakes of that. When they drink you, Soma, you are filled anew; Vāyu is the guardian of Soma, and the months are its form. Protected by coverings, guarded by the sacred Barhish, Soma is preserved; you stand attentive to the stones, and no mortal partakes of you. Splendid was the bedding, the eye was the ointment; heaven and earth served as the covering when Sūryā chose her husband. Raibhya was the attendant, Nārāśaṃsī spread the seat; the auspicious garment of Sūryā, adorned with song, went forth. Hymns became the steps, the Kurīra the canopy, the metres the veils; for Sūryā, the Aśvins were the best men, and Agni was the leader. Soma became the wooer, the Aśvins the best men, when Sūryā, praised for her husband, was given by Savitṛ with his mind. Her mind was the axle, heaven was the covering; the two bright oxen were the draught animals as Sūryā journeyed to her husband. The two cows, addressed with Ṛc and Sāman, came as your chants; your ears became wheels, and the path in heaven was both moving and still. Thus, in these mysteries and hymns, the divine order is revealed, and the greatness of the gods is praised.