Indra, the unconquered lord, is ever present among mortals, bestowing wealth upon those who worship him. His power is unmatched, and his presence is felt by all who seek his favor. The devotees wonder: when will Indra, mighty as a foot striking the earth, shake the wrongdoer and listen to their words? They know he hears, for he is always near. Among the many who call upon him during the pressing of Soma, Indra’s mighty power descends, blessing the faithful. The exhilaration of Soma stirs Indra, the most powerful, and with this energy he strikes down the oppressor. The worshippers seek him through this very strength. It is this force by which Indra subdued the ten-armed Adhrigu, the trembling singer of the sun, and encompassed the vast ocean. The devotees call upon him with that same might. Indra urges the great rivers to flow like chariots, opening the path to immortality, and the worshippers seek him through this wondrous power. Indra, dear and unconcealed, winner of the full prize, is the support of his people—broad as a mountain on every side, lord of the sky. As the true Soma-drinker, Indra has become both heaven and earth, the strength behind the one who presses Soma. He is the destroyer of ancient forts, the slayer of the Dasyu, greatly generous, lord of the sky. The officiant pours forth the most exhilarating sweetness of Soma, praising the ever-strong hero. Indra, leader of horses, receives no earlier praise, and with his might, he raises up the song of his devotees, guarding them from defeat. Those desiring fame call upon Indra, lord of strength, seeking to be increased by sacrifices that never fail. Now, friends, the devotees praise Indra, the heroic man worthy of song, who alone has overcome all hosts. Their speech is offered for the seeker of cows, the strong and shining one, sweeter than clarified butter and honey. Indra’s deeds are immeasurable, his bounty unsurpassed; like light, his generosity pervades all. Indra, whose face is like a horse, is praised as the wave, the winner of prizes, the restrainer, granting life to the Arya and exalting the worshipper. The tenth and ninth Vaiyasva, wise and praiseworthy, leader of singers, are also honored. Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, knows the ways of destruction, cleansing the paths day by day, as if erasing footprints. The one who presses Soma conquers the dwelling of fullness, worshipping and removing the hatred of the gods. The presser desires a thousand rewards, full of strength, and Indra grants abundant wealth to him. The devotees pray that the manly glories, ancient splendors, and fame of their ancestors never depart. They ask the Maruts to grant whatever is wondrous and new in every age, immortal in sound, and to support whatever is hard to overcome. Agni is considered the priest, generous and wealthy, the son of strength, wise in all births. Upright in his own rites, Agni follows the spreading of clarified butter with his flame and ladle. Sacrifices are blended, adorned with speckled steeds, shining in their ornaments. The sons of Bharata approach the sacred grass and drink the Soma from the cup, beloved men of heaven. The gods are called to worship, the wise ones and the Hotar to sit in the three seats. They approach the poured-out Soma, drinking the honeyed Soma from Agnidh’s share, satisfying their thirst for their portion. This is the strength of their bodies, increasing manliness, power, and vigor, placed in their arms in the sky. For Maghavan, the Soma is pressed and brought, for him to drink and delight in the Brahman’s gift. The giver who was called before is invoked again, renowned by name. He is asked to drink the honeyed Soma, poured out by the priests, from the cup, as the seasons pass. Offerings are made to the beautiful-formed for favor, as one milks a cow rich in milk, poured out day by day. Indra is invited to the Soma-pressings, to drink the Soma, delight of the cows, lord of wealth. The devotees ask to know the end of his gracious favors, begging him not to go far, but to come near. They are urged to go beyond the contest, to ask the wise Indra, who grants favor to his friends. Praises are spoken and spread from every side, as the devotees ask Indra to grant his gifts. They pray that the blessed ones speak well of them, that wondrous peoples praise them, and that they may be in Indra’s protection. The glory of sacrifice and delight for men is brought to the swift and mighty, as a friend brings joy. Having drunk the hundred-powered Soma, Indra became the slayer of foes and led the strong in contests. The devotees urge him in contests for the gaining of wealth, calling upon Indra, strong in contests. He is the protector of great riches, mighty helper, and friend of the Soma-presser; to that Indra they sing. Indra is invited to come, sit, and be praised, as friends bring forth their hymns. He is the most bountiful of the bountiful, lord of treasures, and may he be present with Soma at the pressing. May Indra truly come with aid, for wealth and abundant gifts, approaching with his banners. At his establishment, the two bays are not withheld, and in battle, enemies do not prevail. To that Indra, the devotees sing. For the drinker of the pressed, pure Somas are offered for delight, with curd on their heads, completing the sacred act. Thus, the story of Indra’s power, generosity, and presence unfolds, as the worshippers, through sacrifice and song, seek his favor and protection in every age.