Indra, the wise and mighty, was born fully grown and powerful, ready for the drinking of the pressed Soma, set apart for supremacy among the gods. As the invigorating Somas are prepared, the singers pray that they may enter Indra, bringing him joy and delight, for he is a lover of song and wisdom. Hymns and praises rise up, magnifying Indra, exalting him as the hundred-powered one, and the devotees wish that their songs may further increase his greatness. Indra, whose bounty never runs dry, is petitioned to grant the coveted prize of a thousand, the reward in which all manly powers reside. The mortals call upon him not to let them be assailed, asking that as their lord he ward off slaughter and protect their bodies. Rituals unfold: the spotted, ruddy one is yoked, moving among those who stand, and the lights shine brilliantly in the sky. Indra’s beloved two bays, unequal in sides yet bold and red, are harnessed to his chariot, carrying men with vigor. Indra, making signs for the unseeing and forms for the unformed, was born together with the shining ones. The fires are kindled anew, following their own nature, longing to return to the womb and upholding the sacrificial name. Indra’s acts are legendary: he tore away even what was hidden, using his fires to reveal the concealed, tracking and finding the cows. Just as those devoted to the gods distribute wealth with thoughtful songs, Indra is called to be renowned among men. With Indra, the fearless one, the devotees return, both shining with equal brilliance. The festival shines forth, filled with flawless, resounding hymns and the desired bands of Indra. From the shining sky, Indra is summoned to circle around the worshippers, where their songs resound together. Whether from here, the highest point, or the vast expanse of the firmament, Indra is sought from every direction. Singers praise Indra with great hymns, chanting and calling out his name; their voices rise in unison. Indra, united with the two fires and bound by speech, is present, golden in form and wielding the thunderbolt. For far-seeing vision, Indra caused the sun to rise in the sky, setting it in motion along with the cows. Indra is called upon to protect his devotees in battles and contests for a thousandfold prize, bringing his mighty aids. He is the possessor of great wealth, youthful and vigorous, yoked for battle against foes, wielding the thunderbolt. The worshippers pray for offerings and increase at their gatherings, wishing for nothing to withstand them. Those who come after and offer praises to Indra the thunderer find their praises never in vain. Like a bull among the herd, Indra advances with strength among the people, unconquered and lordly. Among men, he alone rules over treasures; Indra is the lord of the five peoples. From every side and all peoples, they call upon Indra, wishing him to be theirs alone. Indra is asked to bring victorious, ever-conquering wealth, abundant for their prosperity. With his help, the devotees hope to crush their foes and bring down adversaries. With Indra’s aid, they wish to wield the thunderbolt, the crusher, and conquer in battle. With heroes and fighters, Indra as their ally, they pray to overcome those who attack them. Indra’s greatness is vast, unmatched even by the sky. Whether men seek together for the gain of offspring or the inspired ones seek wisdom, Indra’s belly, eager for Soma, swells like the sea, his broad waters like the summit. His true and splendid speech, rich in cattle and vast, is like a ripened branch for the generous. Indra’s powers and aids are ever ready for the worshipper. His praise and hymn, worthy of desire, are offered so that he may drink the Soma. Indra is called to come, delighting in Soma, with all the festivals, in strength and power. The pressed Soma is poured out for Indra, who delights in it, making all things possible for the doer. Indra, fair-jawed and universal lord, is invited to rejoice with the hymns at the offerings. For him, songs are poured forth and recited with devotion, to the bull, the lord. The devotees urge Indra to spur on the splendid, swift, and excellent one, letting him be their mighty, all-powerful ally. Thus, the story of Indra unfolds—born for supremacy, exalted by hymns, protector and granter of wealth, unconquered lord, and ever the object of reverent praise and devotion.