Indra, mighty lord of the heavens, is called forth with his delightful bay steeds, their manes shimmering like peacock feathers. Unrestrained and swift, he comes as an arrow flies beyond all bounds, never held back by snares. Indra, the destroyer of Vṛtra, the breaker of enclosures and opener of strongholds, born of the waters, approaches as the charioteer of his two bays. His power is such that even the firmest obstacles yield before him. His wisdom is deep as the oceans, and just as cows seek their pasture, so do well-guarded herds flow to their grass as channels flow to the lake. Indra is asked to bring abundant wealth, unrivaled by any, to shake down the ripe fruit from the tree as one gathers the harvest, for he is the bringer of riches. Self-powered and radiant, his guidance is self-chosen; his fame surpasses all, and thus, grown in strength and much-praised, he becomes the most renowned for his devotees. Indra is praised as the mighty, youthful yet ancient Bull, self-ruler, fierce and unaging, wielder of the thunderbolt. His renowned deeds are truly great. He is the Buffalo, powerful and manly, seeker of wealth, fierce and prevailing over others. Indra alone is king of all the world, governing peoples by battle and by dwelling. By measure, he has expanded and shines forth; with the gods, he is unsurpassed on every side. By his might, he has stretched out the sky and earth, drawing strength from the vast midspace. Wide, deep, mighty by birth, fierce and all-illuminating, Indra is a protector of thoughts. The pressed Somas, like rivers, flow to him in the highest heaven. The earth and heaven, like a mother, bear Soma for him as an embryo; this the priests pour out and cleanse for him, the Bull, for his drinking. With the Maruts, Indra, Bull for battle, drinks the Soma for exhilaration, pouring the wave of honey into his belly, for he is king of the pressed offerings in the highest heaven. Together with the Maruts, his troop, Indra drinks the Soma, slayer of Vṛtra, heroic and wise. He strikes down foes and drives away hostilities, making his devotees fearless on every side. With the seasons, Indra, guardian of order, drinks the Soma with the gods, his friends, pressed for his followers. The Maruts aided him, carried him, and gave him strength for slaying Vṛtra. Those generous Maruts increased Indra’s power in the slaying of Ahi, in the Shambara, in his desire for cows; the priests who now honor him invite him to drink Soma with the Maruts as his troop. Indra, with the Maruts, the ever-growing Bull, the cloud-cutter, the divine ruler, mighty for all help, fierce and strong companion, is invoked for new aid. Straightaway, newly born, the Bull, the young Indra, longed to partake of the pressed Soma. He drinks as he desires, as he first drank the heady juice of Soma. On the day of his birth, he drank the sweet essence of the portion on the mountain, poured by his mother at the house of his great father. Approaching his mother, he sought food and saw the sharp Soma pressed out. Driving away others, the wise one moved about, accomplishing great deeds, manifold in form. Fierce, strong, irresistible in might, Indra shaped his body as he wished, surpassing Tvaṣṭṛ by birth, drinking the Soma in the companies there. His devotees call upon generous Indra in contests, the foremost among men, for the prize. They seek the fierce one, listening to their call for help in battles, slaying Vṛtras, the winner of wealth. Indra is praised, in whom all peoples, drinkers of Soma, find satisfaction as they desire. Wise in counsel, the gods, with Dhiṣaṇā, made him the smiter of Vṛtras. None surpasses or equals him in battle; he is the self-ruler, the best charioteer, most powerful, who destroyed the long-lived life of the Dasyu with his might. Mighty in contests and swift in battles, he has split the two worlds, abounding in power. Like Bhaga at the sacrifice, he is worthy of invocation, gracious as a father, bestower of life. Indra, upholder of heaven, untouched by dust, rises high like a chariot driven by the wind, accompanied by treasures. He is the dweller of the nights, begetter of the sun, divider of the portion, inspired and apportioning the prize. His devotees call upon generous Indra, the best among men, in contests for the prize, the mighty one who hears their call for help in battles, who strikes down foes and is victorious in wealth. Let Indra, with the Maruts, come and drink the Soma offered with svāhā, the powerful bull. May he, of wide renown, be filled with these offerings and, pleased, fulfill the desires of his devotees. For his speed, worship is yoked, so that his favor may be attained from the highest heaven. His bay steeds bring him, fair-jawed, to drink the well-pressed, delightful Soma. With cattle, Indra is established as the one who crosses well, for supremacy, for praise. Having drunk the exhilarating Soma, he is asked to grant the cows to be desired. With cattle and horses, with shining wealth, Indra is called to fulfill desires and spread them forth. The inspired Kuśikas, with their hymns, have fashioned praise for Indra, bringer of light. The mighty hymns approach Indra, supporter of peoples, worthy of praise, ever-growing, much-invoked, immortal, ageless, day by day with splendid songs. To Indra, hundred-powered, oceanic, strong and manly, hymns come from every side; he is the winner of prizes, breaker of forts, swift helper, seeker of abodes, knower of light. The singer seeks the source of wealth; Indra, praised, grants without fault. He delights in the seat of the sun; he is praised as the one who conquers together and shatters opposition. With hymns and praises, Indra is honored as the best among men, hero, unconquered, lord from the highest heaven, strong in many ways, subduing adversaries. Many of Indra’s treasures are set among mortals; the earth bears abundant riches for him. Heaven, plants, waters, and old woods protect wealth for Indra. For him are the prayers and hymns; for him, companions place their offerings. Indra is asked to be gracious, mindful of new requests, granting the singers long life. Indra, with the Maruts, drinks the Soma here, as he drank the pressed juice for Śāryāta. By his guidance and protection, the wise, well-sacrificing ones do not go astray. Rejoicing, Indra drinks the Soma here with the Maruts, companions, the pressed offering, for at his birth, adorned by the gods, he was made for great deeds. The Maruts, eager, gladden Indra, the generous, with abundant gifts; with them, the slayer of Vṛtra drinks the pressed Soma in the seat of the worshipper. This, indeed, is the pressed Soma, O lord of riches, with strength; Indra, lover of song, is invited to drink of it, fulfilling the prayers and desires of his devotees.