Gathering in reverence, the devotees call upon Indra, the mighty and radiant one, inviting him to their sacred ritual. They lead forth his strong, self-sustaining horses, the red steeds, allowing them to graze freely, for their daily actions are ever consistent and noble. With heartfelt prayers, they yoke Indra’s prayer-guided horses, companions at the shared feast, swift and eager. Indra, wise and all-knowing, is urged to mount his firm and pleasant chariot and come to partake in the Soma. The worshippers beseech that Indra’s powerful, broad-backed horses not be delayed by the prayers of others, asking him to come swiftly and find delight in the pressed Somas offered to him. They prepare the Soma especially for Indra, inviting him to approach with a good mind and drink deeply. Seated upon the sacred grass, Indra is to place the pressed juice within himself, the ritual complete and pure. The sacred grass is spread, the Soma pressed, and offerings made ready for Indra and his horses. To Indra, mighty and many-formed, accompanied by the Maruts, the oblations are given with devotion. The waters, guided by men, approach the mountains, and with Indra, they produce honeyed milk from the cows. With Indra’s arrival, the worshippers pray for gracious protection, trusting in his wisdom and adherence to proper paths. Indra, together with the Maruts and Soma, is strengthened by those who become his companions. Eagerly, they invite him to drink the Soma with Agni’s tongue, sharing the sacred juice. Indra is implored to drink with joy, whether through Agni’s tongue, from the hands of the priest or hotar, or in any way befitting the ritual. The offerings are made with utmost respect. In contests and battles, the worshippers call upon Indra, the generous and mighty, the foremost in winning prizes, the one who listens for help and slays foes to conquer wealth. They set forth their offerings, always striving, sending messengers and pressing Soma, making Indra renowned through acts of greatness. For Indra, the Soma juices are pressed from the sky, and with these, the mighty ones ascend. As the Soma pours forth, Indra is urged to seize and drink the juice stirred by the bull. Indra is asked to drink and grow, for these Somas are pressed for him, just as he drank the earlier Somas, so he is to drink today the newest, praised by all. Indra’s fierce might, bold strength, and measureless greatness are celebrated in the gathering. Not even the earth could contain him when the Somas delighted this horse-loving one. The great bull has grown for heroism, accomplishing much with wisdom; Indra, giver of wealth, brings forth cows, his gifts abundant and ancient. When the rivers flow forth, the waters rush to the ocean as if carried on a chariot. From this, Indra’s greatness surpasses the assembly, for when Soma fills, the pressed juice nourishes all. The rivers, moving together with the ocean, bring the well-pressed Soma to Indra; the juice is milked by the hands of elephants, purified with honey and filtered through sieves. The vessels, like lakes, hold the Soma, and many gatherings spread it forth. When Indra first divided the food, he slew the serpent and chose the Soma. The worshippers call for the Soma to be brought, leaving nothing behind, for they know Indra as the lord of wealth among the rich. Horse-loving Indra is asked to send his mighty gift. Indra, generous and victorious, is implored to grant abundant wealth of all kinds, a hundred autumns of life, and heroes with tufted hair. In contests and battles, Indra is again called upon, the foremost in winning prizes, the mighty one who listens and conquers wealth. For the slaying of foes and victory in battle, Indra is set in motion. His mind and sight are turned toward the worshippers, prayers making him favorable. All his names are invoked with every hymn for overcoming adversaries. With a hundred powers, Indra is magnified as the supporter of the peoples. Indra, much-invoked, is called to slay Vṛtra, to gain strength in battles. The worshippers seek him, the hundred-powered one, to be victorious in contests and to slay Vṛtra. In glories, in the rush of battle, in contests for prizes and fame, Indra is asked to be present, to protect the invigorating, glorious Soma for their help, ever-watchful. Indra’s powers among the five peoples are chosen for him, and he is urged to gain great fame, establish unconquerable glory, and overcome foes with his strength. Wherever his dwelling may be, near or far, Indra is called to come, stone-armed and mighty. Like a craftsman with shining skill, the inspired one advances, strong as a well-yoked steed. The wise, with clear vision, seek out beloved and distant things. The origins of the sages are pondered, those upheld by mind who skillfully fashioned the sky. Their praises, driven by thought, move in the path of law. Hidden things are placed and earth and heaven joined for sovereignty. With their measures, the vast and wide ones sustain the world. All adorn the mighty Asura as he stands forth, clothed in splendor and moving with radiant light. This is his great name; manifold in form, he stands among the immortals. The earlier bull begets the greater one, his thoughts wise and many from before. The sons of heaven, with wisdom at the assembly, establish dominion from the highest heaven. Three kings at the assembly, in many places, adorn all seats; moving with mind, they see the Gandharvas in their vow, with wind-blown hair. The work of the bull and cow is evident; by their names, they measure the course of the cow. Each wears a different divine power, magicians measuring out forms in this one. This is the work of Savitar; though the golden wisdom he bestows is not desired, through excellent praise, earth and heaven are pervaded, and the maiden chooses her births. The ancient, great work is accomplished for divine welfare to surround all. Everyone sees the varied deeds of the magician, the one standing with the tongue of a cow, whose wonders fill the world.