From near and far, the mighty Indra is called forth—wherever his dwelling may be, whether distant or close, the stone-armed lord is invited to come and be present. Like a master craftsman, radiant in skill, the inspired one advances, strong as a well-yoked steed. The wise, with clear vision, seek out beloved and far-off things, searching for the origins of the sages—those upheld by mind—who skillfully fashioned the sky. These praises, growing and driven by thought, move steadily along the path of law. Hidden things have been placed here, and for sovereignty, earth and heaven have been joined. With careful measures, the vast and wide ones have encompassed all, setting themselves to sustain the world. All adorned him as he stood forth, clothed in splendor and moving with radiant light; this is the great name of the mighty Asura, who, of manifold forms, stands among the immortals. The earlier bull begot the greater one, whose wise thoughts are many and ancient. The sons of heaven, wise at the assembly, you kings, established dominion from the highest heaven. Three kings at the assembly, in many places, adorned all seats; moving with mind, they saw the Gandharvas in their vow, their hair blown by the wind. This is the work of the bull and the cow; by their names, they measured the course of the cow. Each one, bearing different divine powers, the magicians measured out forms in this one. This is the work of Savitar; though his golden wisdom is offered, the speaker does not desire it. Through excellent praise, earth and heaven are pervaded—the maiden has chosen her births. You accomplish the ancient, great work so that divine welfare may surround us. All see the varied deeds of the magician, who stands with the tongue of a cow. In this contest, generous Indra is called upon—the best hero for the prize. Fierce and attentive, he strikes down the Vṛtras, conquering riches for his devotees. From the heart arises a thought, seeking to praise Indra, the lord, with hymns shaped by devotion. She who is wakeful and praised in the assembly—whatever is born of Indra, let it be known as his. Even from heaven, the ancient one is ever being born, watchful and adorned in bright garments. May this ancestral, eternal thought be with us. Here, even Yama, the son of the god, stood at the tip of the tongue as it fell; the two forms, born together, unite—these roots of power dispel darkness. Among mortals, none reproach our fathers—warriors for the cows—whose lineages Indra established anew with his strength. Where the friend, with new companions, followed the cows with wisdom and strength, Indra, with ten tens of cows, found the sun dwelling in darkness. Indra found the honey gathered in the cow, with hoof and dewlap, the food of the cow; hidden and concealed in the waters, he placed it in his right hand, skillful in giving. Choosing light and knowing darkness, may we remain far from misfortune. O Indra, drinker of Soma, grown strong with Soma, accept these songs of the many-voiced poet. May light follow the sacrifice across heaven and earth; may we be far from abundant harm. Even for the many-hostile mortal, O Vasus, your splendid protections are great. Once again, generous Indra is called upon in this contest, the foremost among men for the prize—the mighty one who hears, who helps in battles, slaying foes and winning wealth. Indra is called, the bull, at the pressing of Soma; he is invited to drink the sweetness of the Soma juice. Praised by many, Indra delights in the pressed Soma, knowing resolve; he drinks, is exhilarated, and is satisfied. With all the gods, Indra leads the inspired sacrifice, surpassing in praise, lord of the people. The pressed Somas go forth to Indra, the true lord; the bright streams of Soma are for his dwelling. He is invited to take into his belly the pressed Soma, most excellent, for the bright streams are his. Singer-loving Indra is delighted by these streams of sweetness; from him comes this fame. His undiminished powers seek him for strength; having drunk Soma, he has grown. From near or far, the slayer of Vṛtra is invited to accept these songs. Whenever invoked, whether between the far and the near, Indra is called to come here from wherever he is. Indra is summoned, eager for Soma, for drinking; wielding the thunderbolt, he is called to approach with his two bays. The priest, seated as officiant, has spread the sacred grass in order; in the morning, the chariots are yoked. Prayers, bearers of praise, are performed; Indra is invited to sit upon the sacred grass and accept the sacrificial cake. He is asked to rejoice with the people in these libations and hymns, O slayer of Vṛtra, lover of song, in these chants. The thoughts of the Soma-drinker eagerly approach Indra as mothers their calf. He is urged to delight in this Soma for great wealth and strength of body, never abandoning his praiser to want. Devoted, the people offer oblations to Indra, asking the generous one to be gracious. His beloved bays are asked not to carry him away; Indra, self-sustaining, is urged to come near and delight with his devotees. The two long-haired ones are called to bring Indra on the pleasant chariot; he is invited to sit upon the sacred grass anointed with ghee. Come, Indra, to the pressed Soma, rich in cows, with your two bays who are dear to you. Come to this exhilarating Soma, pressed and placed on the sacred grass with stones; may you perhaps be satisfied by it. Thus, the hymns flow—inviting, praising, and honoring Indra, the mighty lord, the slayer of Vṛtra, the bestower of strength, wealth, and light. The sacrifices, prayers, and songs are offered with devotion, seeking his presence, his favor, and his blessings.