Gathering together in reverence, the people offer their praises to the great, ever-growing, all-knowing One. Their hearts brim with good thoughts, and the leaders of men, along with the many peoples, advance forward in devotion. When Indra, possessor of the thunderbolt and gold, yokes his chariot drawn by two splendid bays, he stands forth, renowned as Maghavan, famed of old, the lord of enduring strength, ready for the prize. Indra, the showerer of riches, is mighty in his bands; his beard is moistened with Soma as he descends to the pleasant home at the pressing, stirring up sweetness as the wind stirs the forest. With his powerful voice, he overcomes those who oppose him, having struck down thousands of foes. It is his manly power that is celebrated, his might growing strong in battle like a father’s strength. Though the people are true Soma-drinkers, they humbly ask Indra for favor, feeling as if without means. They seek his blessings among cattle, among horses, among the bright ones, and among thousands, calling upon him as the bountiful one. They entreat Indra, wielder of the whip and lord of prizes, strong in his powers, to grant protection and favor in all these realms. They pray that Indra make the two rivals sleep, letting them lie down without awakening, so that his favor may shine among cattle, horses, bright ones, and thousands. Let the enemies sleep, but let the generous ones awaken, O hero Indra; grant your favor to your devotees. Together, Indra, strike down the braying donkey that hinders progress; let your favor be upon cattle, horses, bright ones, and thousands. As the wind blows away the dry leaves from the forest, so may Indra’s favor sweep away obstacles among cattle and horses, among the bright ones and thousands. Destroy all outcry, silence the neighing horse, and grant your favor, O Indra, in all these realms. Three pairs of helpers release Indra, as guides of the herd and droves of cattle. When two peoples seek cattle or sunlight, Indra gathers them together, revealing his mighty, ever-strong thunderbolt. The Purus recognized this strength when Indra descended upon the autumnal forts, conquering as he went. He commands mortals who do not sacrifice, scorches the vast earth, and dries up the flowing waters. From this strength, the people rejoice at the Soma-pressings, as Indra aided the Usijs as a friend, making a path for them to advance in battle. Seeking fame, they crossed one river after another. Like a wheel set in the forest, pure is the hymn, eager for praise and striving for victory, for whom Indra is the Hotar among men, the best of men, the lord of the night. May the glory of dawn be attained, may the people enter the contest of the best among men. Following Triśoka, a hundred men were brought by the victorious chariot, which, with Kutsa, triumphed in battle. They wonder what exhilaration of Indra is most delightful, what utterance most impetuous, who will bring their prayer near, who will carry it? May they attain his highest bounty with food. They ask what glory Indra grants to his men, by what thought he acts, who comes to them? Like Mitra, true in service, Indra is widely praised when thoughts are united in desire for food. Indra drives forth as a man seeks the farthest goal; those who desire him move as if to be born anew. Ancient, powerful voices respond to him with offerings of food. For Indra, the vast heavens and the earth have been measured as his mother. For his delight, clarified butter and sweet drinks are prepared, honeyed offerings ready. To Indra, the full measure of sweet drink is poured, for he is truly worthy of gifts. He has grown in greatness, reaching the expanse of the earth, excelling in power and heroic deeds. Indra scatters the hosts of foes with his own strength; many strive for his friendship. Stand firm in battle as in a chariot, whom Indra, with gracious favor, urges onward. Let the true and generous Indra come, eager for battle, his steeds swiftly approaching. To him, the inspired one, bright and skillful praise is offered, seeking his favor. At the end of his heroic path, Indra rejoices in the pressing of today. The inspired one proclaims the hymn; the wise craftsman utters the sacred word for the knowing lord. Like a sage, Indra knows hidden ways and accomplishes the rites. As a bull, he pours out the one stream, singing aloud. He created seven singers in the sky, who, even by day, performed their works, praising him. Knowing the heavenly order, Indra shone forth with radiant hymns; great light blazed when he loosed the dawn. He scattered darkness and saw clearly, bringing help to the people as the most heroic among men. Indra, unconquered, grew vast in might, filling both heaven and earth with greatness. His majesty is praised, for he became all the worlds. Knowing all heroic deeds, Shakra released the waters with his companions, splitting even stone with their words. The seekers broke open the cattle-pen rich in cows. He drove away Vritra, who withheld the waters; the earth, conscious, received the thunderbolt. Indra became lord of the flowing streams and oceanic spaces by his power. When he shattered the rock, the ancient Sarama appeared. Indra became the leader to abundant wealth; breaking barriers, praised by the Angirases, he saw many riches. The people are urged to sing at the pressing, together with the much-invoked one, for strength, as one would for a cow, for prosperity. The generous Indra does not withhold the gift of wealth rich in cattle when hymns reach him. Perhaps he will go forth to the cattle-rich enclosure of the foe-slayer; may he, with his powers, ward off enemies. Indra is called to bring wisdom as a father gives to his sons, to teach the people on this path so they may attain living light. Let not unknown or hostile men, nor evil dwellers, overtake them. With Indra, the hero, they shall always cross deep waters safely. Indra is called upon to bring the greatest and most powerful fame, strong with the thunderbolt in hand, by which he has filled both shining worlds. He is invoked as the support of people, king among the gods, the treasure. May all hostile powers drink destruction for the people; may enemies be easily subdued. Even if Indra had a hundred heavens, a hundred earths, or even more, not a thousand thunders, nor the suns, nor all born between the worlds, could match him. He has stretched forth with great might, pervading all with his strength. Indra is asked to come to aid in the cattle-rich enclosure, wielding the thunderbolt with splendid aids. Finally, the prayer is made: O Indra, as much as you are, so much may I be master; may I cherish the praiser, O giver of wealth; may I not bestow upon the wicked. Thus, the people praise Indra, recalling his deeds, seeking his favor, and honoring his greatness and generosity in all realms.