Indra, the mighty and wise, stands ever revealed among his prospering people, watching over them with undeceived eyes. His presence is manifest wherever victory is sought, and to him, the noble one, the people call: “Know us, Indra, and bring your favor here.” To the great shaper of beautiful forms, who aids as the cow yields milk to the milker, daily oblations are offered in gratitude. The worshippers invite him to their libations, welcoming him as the Soma-drinker, for the exhilaration of generosity abounds where he is present. They yearn to know the bounds of his gracious gifts, pleading that he not pass them by but come close and bestow his blessings. For help and protection, they call upon Indra, the most vigorous, the glorious, ever-watchful, the hundred-powered, urging him to drink the Soma and invigorate his people. Among the five peoples, the powers that belong to Indra are chosen for him alone. They pray that he grant them great fame and unconquerable glory, for by his might, they are victorious. From near and far, Indra is summoned—mighty and stone-armed, he is asked to traverse all his realms and come to his worshippers. He sits in great dread, yet wavers not, ever steadfast and most active. The people seek his mercy, wishing that no harm come from behind and that only good be before them. Indra is called to make them fearless in all directions, the slayer of enemies and the ever-vigilant. Who truly knows this Indra, the one who, accompanied by the pressed Soma, drinks with delight—he whom the wise praise, who shatters fortresses with his strength? Like a giving beast, like an elephant, Indra sets his course unhindered in many places; none can restrain him at the Soma pressing. Fierce and unrestrainable, firm and ever-ready for battle, he listens to the singer’s praise, and the generous one is urged not to be drawn away but to remain with his devotees. Having pressed the Soma, the worshippers gather around Indra, the Slayer of Vṛtra, as waters encircle the strewn sacrificial grass, pouring forth their offerings as devoted worshippers. Men sing to him, the Wealthy One, at the Soma pressing, their hymns rising in longing for his arrival—when will Indra, like a bellowing bull to the herd, come to their house? With the Kaṇvas, the worshippers seek Indra, the bold-bannered, the thousand-gifted Maghavan, tawny and wise, swiftly entreating him for the wealth of cattle. All, as if yearning for the sun, partake of Indra’s bounty, for his treasures, born of strength, are distributed justly among all. They praise the giver of wealth, free from malice, for Indra’s bounties are auspicious and he does not withhold the desires of those who arrange offerings for him, ever encouraging generosity. The Sun, the Aditya, is also praised for his greatness and renown, for by his fame, he pervades as the undeceivable light and serves as priest to the gods. Sweet, intoxicating hymns rise upwards for the ever-victorious, inexhaustible Indra, urging him onward like chariots racing for the prize. Like the Kaṇvas, the Bhṛgus, and the Sun himself, eager worshippers glorify Indra with shining hymns, their voices resounding in devotion. Indra’s portion grows, like wealth for the seeker of victory; he who is blessed by Indra is unharmed, and skill is found in the Soma-offerer whom Indra favors. Well-composed, beautiful hymns are placed among the worshipful, for even the greatest obstacles are overcome when Indra is present in action. Indra’s heroism, steadfastness, and generosity are celebrated; his bounty is placed among all the givers, and even misfortunes are borne when he is near. The people urge him not to grow weary, but to delight in the pressed, cattle-rich Soma. True speech and abundant praise, rich in cows and like a ripe branch, are offered to Indra, whose powers and aids are ever for the helper and the worshipper. His praiseworthy hymns and songs are made desirable, inviting Indra to drink the Soma. The exhilaration he brings is praised—mighty, victorious in battle, creator of worlds, stone-armed and radiant. By him, the light was discerned for Ayu and Manu, and he shines delighted upon the sacrificial grass. Today, as in days past, the singers praise Indra, and the victorious waters, like mighty wives, sing day by day. They summon him with strong words, for Indra’s vast strength upholds the heavens and earth, the mountains, the rivers, and the shining waters by his bull-like power. He reigns alone, much-praised, slayer of foes, granting victory and fame. They call upon Indra, unprecedented and wondrous, bearing him as a mighty burden in the contest. For help, they approach him, the bold and steadfast friend, choosing him as their guide. They praise the one who brought them forth long ago—Indra, their friend, their aid—trusting in his strength and benevolence forever.