Indra, the mighty and generous lord, shook the vast earth with his strength, making it pleasant for all. Through his power, he led those who were unsatisfied to well-being, and the people stood forth for him, eager for wealth. All these wondrous deeds were accomplished by Indra, exhilarated by Soma. With his strength, he stirred the Sindhu river and crushed the dawns with his thunderbolt, dividing the swift ones by his speed—again, all through the exhilaration of Soma. Knowing all, Indra revealed the hidden waters of the young ones, appearing and standing forth to turn back the enemy. He stood firm, gazing upon the foe, his resolve unwavering, all inspired by Soma. With the Angiras, praising him, Indra split the enclosure; the fastnesses of the mountain opened before him, and he broke the artificial barriers that confined them—each deed accomplished in the delight of Soma. With a dream, Indra approached and destroyed Cumuri and Dhuni; he slew the Dasyu and overcame fear, so that even the trembling one found gold here. All these feats, again, were achieved by Indra under the exhilaration of Soma. Now, the worshippers pray: “Let your generous gift be granted to us, O Indra. Let your reward be milked for us. Teach us, your praisers, and let fortune come to us. May we speak greatly in the assembly, strong among men.” The highest praise is called for Indra, the best of the true, as one offers fuel to the fire in sacrifice. Indra, unconquered, invigorating, ever youthful, is invoked for help. From Indra, the mighty, nothing is lacking; all powers gather in him. Soma is within his belly, strength and greatness in his body, the thunderbolt in his hand, wisdom in his head. His strength is not surpassed by the earths, nor is his chariot matched by oceans or mountains; none can reach his thunderbolt when he speeds forth with his swift horses over many leagues. All the worshipful and mighty ones bring their power to him, the Bull who is to be praised. As a Bull, the oblation is offered, and Indra drinks the Soma with bull-like radiance. The bull’s vessel flows, a wave of honey, led by bulls for the Bull to drink; the priests are bulls, the stones are bulls, and they press the bull Soma for the Bull. Indra’s thunderbolt is a bull, his chariot is a bull, his two bays are bulls, his weapons are bulls; he rules over the exhilaration, and is satisfied with the bull Soma. In the gatherings, Indra is approached with praise, as one brings a boat to the assembly. Established in sacrifices by the hymn, Indra listens to the words of his devotees, who draw forth his wealth as one draws water from a well. From ancient distress, Indra delivers his followers, as a cow her calf, eager for pasture. With his favor, the hundred-powered one grants fullness to his devotees, together with their wives, like bulls. His generous gift ever yields a choice reward for the singer; he grants to the praisers, withholding nothing, so that they may speak greatly and heroically in the assembly. A new hymn is sung to Indra, O Angiras, for his ancient powers are awakened. In the intoxication of Soma, he set in motion all the herds that had been held fast by force. Indra, at the first pressing, measured out his strength and surpassed greatness, protecting his body in battle and releasing the sky from its head with his might. He performed his first great deed at the beginning, setting his power in motion. With his chariot yoked with tawny steeds, he scattered the old ones, and the living moved together, each apart. Mastering all beings, Indra grew in strength and advanced in youthful vigor. Then the fire stretched out the light between heaven and earth, and the shining ones spread the luminous realms. With his strength, Indra shattered the ancient mountains and made the waters flow downward. He supported the earth with all its forms, and by his power, upheld the sky with its streams. With arms made strong by his father, he was ready for every deed from birth, laying low the enemy on earth and opening the path with his thunderbolt, ever victorious. Like a loving child with its parents, always together, Bhaga shares the common seat; he grants clear understanding, brings his devotees near, and bestows the portion by which they may not suffer harm. Indra is called upon as a benefactor, granting gifts and strength, never abandoning his devotees, making them possessors of wealth. His generous gift ever yields a choice reward for the singer; he grants to the praisers, withholding nothing, so that they may speak greatly and heroically in the assembly. In the morning, a new chariot is yoked for Indra, with four yokes, three seats, and seven reins; with ten wheels, shining for men, swift with offerings and thoughts. For him, the first, second, and third are prepared, and he is the priest for men; one begets another’s offspring, another is born, and Indra, the mighty bull, joins with the others. The two bays are yoked to Indra’s chariot for the journey, with a new hymn and fresh words. No others restrain Indra, for many inspired priests and worshippers seek him. Indra is called to come with his two bays, or four, or six when invoked; with eight or ten to drink the Soma, may he not be held back from the contest. Indra is called to come near with twenty, thirty, forty yoked bays; with fifty splendid steeds, with sixty, with seventy, to drink the Soma. Come near with eighty, ninety, drawn by a hundred bays. For this Soma has been poured for Indra at the rites of the Shunahotras, for his exhilaration. Indra is called to the hymn, all his bays placed in the yoke of his chariot. He is invoked in many places, rejoicing in the pressing of Soma. Let not friendship with Indra be broken; may the daughter of his bounty give to his devotees. Seeking to live, they reach the shelter of the eldest, the protection, the embrace, again and again. May that generous bounty, O Indra, be granted to the worshipper as a special gift; grant to the singers, let not fortune fail them. May they speak mightily in the assembly, heroes all. For the exhilaration of the inspiring, pressed, flowing Soma, Indra grows strong in the highest heaven, establishing his dwelling, and men devoted to the sacred utterance. Rejoicing in this sweet drink, Indra, with thunderbolt in hand, split the serpent that had covered the waters. The streams hastened like birds to their sisters, and the courses of the rivers were set in motion. That mighty Indra set the waters in motion, after slaying the serpent, towards the ocean. He generated the sun, made the days and nights, and established the workings of time. Indra, unconquered, gave many gifts to Manu, and to the worshipper he slays the foe. He became instantly helpful to men, surpassing all rivals in the contest for the sun. For the one who presses Soma, Indra gives the sun, removing harm from mortals who praise him. When he brings wealth, hidden or manifest, to the seeker, he bestows a share, favoring him. He shattered Shushna, the dry one, and Kuyava for Sārathya and Kutsa. For Divodāsa, Indra destroyed ninety-nine cities of Shambara. Thus, Indra is praised by those striving for fame, and they attain the seventh stream, bowing before the generous giver, the destroyer of foes.