Indra, the mighty one, holds the shining realms of heaven firm and unshaken. Through his power, the heavens remain steadfast, their brilliance undisturbed. To him, praise surges like the exhilarating rush of water, seeking victory. His exhilarations, his joyous energies, spread far and wide, filling all with their vigor. With Indra, all come together in unity, seeing as one, unafraid and joined in equal splendor. In his company, with blameless and radiant companions, the festival of strength shines forth, graced by the desirable hosts of Indra. Those who partake in his rites return again to the sacred womb, following the law that is their own; upholding the very name of sacrifice. Indra’s power is unmatched. With the bones of Dadhīci, he, unconquered, struck down ninety-nine foes. His desire led him to seek the horse’s head, hidden among the mountains, and he found it—wondrous and secret—in the sanctuary. Here, too, the seekers searched for the name of the cow, the lower form of Tvaṣṭṛ, within the house of the moon. I take up speech in eight bold steps, newly adorned, reaching toward immortality; from Indra himself, I draw forth my form. Both worlds followed Indra as he strode forth, when he became the slayer of enemies. Rising with strength, he shook his mighty jaws and drank the pressed Soma, delighting in its power. O Indra, break apart all hatreds for us. Drive away and destroy our enemies, and bring to us that most desirable wealth. Whatever is loose, whatever is firm, whatever is hidden within the stone—bring us, Indra, that desirable wealth. All humanity knows the gifts you have bestowed; bring us that desirable wealth again. Let the singer praise Indra, king of peoples, with fresh songs—the man-slayer, the mightiest among men. In him all hymns resound, and all fame gathers, as waters gather in the ocean. I call upon him with excellent praise, the eldest king, the all-accomplishing one, the great giver of prizes to his companions. This speech, O Indra, is hidden like a pigeon in the womb, yet you do not disregard it. O lord of gifts, bearer of songs, heroic one—may your glory be abundant, may truthfulness be yours. Stand upright for our aid, O hundred-powered one, in this contest; let us speak with confidence among the assemblies. Guide us, Indra, to wealth and to light in our battles, to the one who overcomes foes in war. May you, much-invoked, who have filled us, carry us across to safety, beyond all hatreds. Gladden us with strength and with the right path, and lead us to your good favor. We urge on that Indra with strength, to strike down the great foe—may he be a mighty bull. Indra, made for conquering, most powerful, radiant with exhilaration, glorious and renowned, lover of Soma. His speech is gathered thunderbolt, strong and unfailing; he stands exalted, unshaken, towering above all. Singers chant to the great Indra, praisers extol him with hymns, voices call upon him from all sides. Indra, together with his two bay steeds, harnessed with speech and mingled in purpose, wields the golden thunderbolt. For far-seeing vision, Indra made the sun rise in the sky; with his rays he split the mountain. Come here, Indra, for you are eager—drink this Soma; this is my seat of offering. Let your two tawny steeds, yoked by prayer, bring you to us; listen to our prayers. With our offerings of Soma, we call you, Indra, drinker of Soma, when the Soma is pressed. They yoke the spotted, ruddy one, who moves among those who stand still; the lights shine in the sky. They harness his beloved two bay steeds, with beautiful wings, to the chariot—red, bold, bringing men onward. You, Indra, make a sign for the signless, a form for the formless; you were born together with the dawns. Upward the rays bear Jātavedas, the god, for all to see—the radiant sun. As thieves slip away, so do the rays depart with the nights, for the sun, the all-seeing, must rise. His rays have been seen, his beams shining among the people, glowing like fires. Swift one, all-seeing, maker of light—you are the Sun; you shine upon all the regions. You turn back the hosts of the gods, you turn back the hosts of men, you turn back all the shining world for the seer.