We are a people who wander with abundance, upheld and supported by none other than Indra, the singer of praises. Just as the earth supports all life, Indra delights in our words and sustains our speech. His heroic power is vast and unmatched; to him we turn, asking that he grant the desires of the devoted singer. The sky itself follows his might, and the earth bends to his strength. With his thunderbolt, Indra shattered the great and massive mountain, releasing the pent-up waters that had been held back. By his power alone, he established all things, setting the world in order. Then, like birds rising with loud voices from a cloud, the strong and joyful mountain-born ones approached Bṛhaspati, their hymns resounding as they sought his favor. The Angiras, striving with cows, led Aryaman as Bhaga, and among people, as Mitra unites a couple, so too did they call upon Bṛhaspati to grant swift strength in contests. The sacrificial offerings, the honored guests, and the seers are precious—golden and flawless. Bṛhaspati, breaking through the mountains, freed the cows from their hidden hollows, just as one shakes barley from its stalks. He sprinkled honey, casting the hymn into the womb of truth, sending it down like a meteor from the sky. Lifting the song from the stone, he broke through the earth as one splits the skin from the udder. With his light, Bṛhaspati drove away the darkness from the midspace, as wind blows the fleece from the udder. He scattered Vala’s cloud, searching and breaking apart the cows’ prison as the wind disperses them. When Bṛhaspati, with fire and hymns, shattered Vala’s stronghold, he claimed the hidden treasure, revealing the wealth of the cows as one draws it out with the tongue. Knowing their names, Bṛhaspati found the singers’ hidden abode and, like breaking open a bird’s egg, released the cows from the mountain by his power. They saw the honey, tightly enclosed like a weak fish in water; Bṛhaspati shook out the ladle from the tree, breaking it apart with his cry. He found the sun and fire, and with his hymn dispelled the darkness, seizing the hidden one from Vala’s cow-form as one takes from the joints. As frost strips leaves, Bṛhaspati made Vala release the cows. He restored what was unique, and those moving together brought forth the sun. Like a dark horse among thin ones, the ancestors adorned the sky with stars, placing darkness in the night and light in the day. Bṛhaspati split the mountain and released the cows. This act is for the Unharmed One, carried out with reverence, following the ancient paths anew. May Bṛhaspati, with cows, horses, heroes, and men, grant us long life. All our inspired thoughts turn to Indra, shining with the knowledge of light. As wives embrace their husband, so do peoples press close to the generous Lord for help. Our minds do not turn away from him; in him alone is our desire placed. Like a mighty king, Indra is invited to sit upon the sacred grass and share the Soma with us. Indra, the strengthener, drives away want and hunger; he is the generous lord of wealth. For him, the seven rivers flow through these lands, and the wings of the mighty bull grow strong. Like birds settling on a lush tree, the joyous ones approach Indra, the drinker of Soma, for the feast. His face shines forth with power, finding light for the worshipper. The dog-slaying weapon does not scatter the divine wealth when Indra, the generous one, wins the sun. No other, ancient or new, can match his strength. Indra has encompassed every people; as a bull, he calls forth the cows among men. For those whom he favors, they endure fierce battles, strengthened by Soma. Just as waters rush together into a river, so do the Somas flow to Indra, like channels to a lake. The inspired ones increase his greatness in the seat of might, as rain nourishes barley by divine power. Like an enraged bull flying through the spaces, he drove away the enemy’s wives and found light for the worshipper who pours the Soma with devotion. May the axe rise up, shining with light; may the ancient cow yield abundant milk of truth. Let the bright one shine forth in red radiance, and the good lord display his pure brilliance. With cows, may Indra drive away hostile thoughts; with barley, all hunger; with wealth, all want. May we, with our kings, win the foremost riches by our own strength. May Bṛhaspati protect us from behind, above, and below, guarding us from harm; may Indra protect us in front and in the middle, making a path for us as a friend among friends. Bṛhaspati and Indra are lords of both heavenly and earthly wealth; may they grant riches to the one who praises and always protect us with blessings. We, your friends, come to you, Indra, for this very purpose—the Kaṇvas raise their hymns in praise. Never, O wielder of the bolt, have the waters failed at the new moon; they recognize your praise alone. The gods desire the one who presses Soma; they do not long for sleep but go eagerly to the feast. O Indra, your friends fully praise you—know this, generous giver of wealth. Let not the enemy, whether near or far, overpower us in battle; may our resolve rest in you. You are the armor, broad and strong, the foremost fighter and slayer of obstacles; with you as our ally, we speak forth. For the slaying of obstacles and overcoming of armies, we set Indra in motion. May his mind and vision be turned toward us by our songs. We invoke all his names, calling upon his hundred powers with every hymn, for the overcoming of foes. With these hundred powers, we magnify Indra, the upholder of peoples. We call upon Indra, much-invoked, for the slaying of obstacles and the winning of strength in battles. May he be victorious in contests, present in the midst of struggles, granting us glory, fame, and triumph.