O Indra, mighty Bull of battle, was invoked with reverence, his presence eagerly desired among the companions of the Maruts. As men delight in the exhilarating Soma, so too was Indra welcomed to partake of the honeyed wave, poured to fill him with strength and joy. In the highest heaven, he was honored as king of the pressed offerings. Together with the Maruts, his faithful troop, Indra—slayer of Vṛtra, heroic and wise—was called to drink the Soma. Prayers rose for him to strike down all foes, to drive away hostilities, and to grant his devotees fearlessness on every side. With the changing seasons, Indra, guardian of cosmic order, was entreated to share the sacred drink among the gods, his friends, for whom the Soma was pressed. The Maruts, those stormy companions, had aided Indra from the beginning. They carried him, gave him strength, and increased his might for the slaying of Vṛtra and Ahi. In battles for cows, in the defeat of Shambara, and in every heroic endeavor, the Maruts stood beside him. The priests honored Indra with offerings, and he was called to drink the Soma with his loyal troop. Indra, the ever-growing Bull, the cloud-cutter and divine ruler, was invoked for new aid and companionship. His strength, fierce and unmatched, was sought for help in all undertakings. From the moment of his birth, Indra, the young Bull, longed for the pressed Soma. As he first tasted the heady juice, he drank as he wished, fulfilling his desire. On that very day, his mother poured the sweet essence for him at the house of his great father, high upon the mountain. Approaching his mother, Indra sought nourishment and beheld the sharp, freshly pressed Soma. With wisdom, he drove away others and accomplished great, manifold deeds. Fierce and irresistible, Indra shaped his own form as he pleased. Surpassing even Tvaṣṭṛ from birth, he drank the Soma among the assembled gods. In every contest, he was invoked—the foremost among men, fierce and generous, ever listening to the prayers of those who sought his help in battle. As the slayer of Vṛtras and the winner of wealth, he was called to come and grant victory. Great Indra was praised by all peoples, delighting those who drank Soma and satisfying their desires. Wise in counsel, he was fashioned by the gods and Dhiṣaṇā, the all-skilled, as the smiter of Vṛtras. None could surpass or equal him in battle; self-ruler, best charioteer, and most powerful, he destroyed the long-lived Dasyu with his might. Mighty and swift, Indra split the two worlds, abounding in power. Like Bhaga at sacrifice, he was worthy of invocation, gracious as a father, bestowing life and wealth. He upheld heaven, untouched by dust, rising high like a wind-driven chariot, his treasures abundant. He dwelled in the nights, begot the sun, and apportioned the prize like the inspired one. Again and again, Indra was called—the generous, the best among men, the victorious in battle, the mighty one who struck down foes and brought wealth to his worshippers. With the Maruts, Indra was invited to drink the Soma offered with sacred words. The powerful Bull, renowned everywhere, was entreated to be filled with the offerings and to fulfill the desires of his devotees. For his swift approach, worship was yoked, and his bay steeds were called to bring him down from the highest heaven to partake of the delightful, well-pressed Soma. With cattle and shining wealth, Indra was established as supreme, and after drinking the exhilarating Soma, he was asked to grant the desired cows in many ways. The inspired Kuśikas fashioned hymns of praise for him, the bringer of light, and sought fulfillment of their wishes. Indra, supporter of peoples, was approached by mighty hymns, day after day, with splendid songs. He was immortal, ever-growing, and ageless. From every side, hymns came to him—the hundred-powered, oceanic, strong, and manly. He was the winner of prizes, breaker of forts, swift helper, seeker of abodes, knower of light. The singer sought wealth from Indra, who granted without fault and delighted in the seat of the sun. He was praised as the conqueror and the shatterer of opposition. Indra, the hero, unconquered and strong in many ways, was honored with hymns and praises. He alone was lord from the highest heaven, subduing adversaries and bestowing treasures among mortals. The earth bore riches for him, and heaven, plants, waters, and old woods protected his wealth. For Indra, prayers and hymns were offered, and his companions placed them before him. He was asked to be gracious, to remember new requests, and to grant long life to his singers. With the Maruts, he was invited to drink the Soma as he did for Śāryāta, and under his guidance, the wise and well-sacrificing never went astray. In joy, Indra was called to drink the Soma with the Maruts, for at his birth, adorned by the gods, he was destined for great deeds. The Maruts gladdened Indra with abundant gifts, and together, the slayer of Vṛtra drank the pressed Soma in the seat of the worshipper. The Soma, pressed and strong, was offered to Indra, the lord of riches, the lover of song. Whatever portion was set aside for him, he was asked to accept it and be nourished. May his belly be filled, his head exalted by hymns, and his arms extended to grant gifts. In the morning, Indra was invited to accept curds, porridge, cakes, and songs of praise. The sacrificial cake, prepared with care, was offered for his enjoyment. The priests prayed that he might be pleased with their offerings as a bridegroom delights in maidens. At the morning pressing, Indra was called to accept the sacrificial cake, for his power was indeed great. At midday, he was offered grains and cake, and when the eager praiser called him with songs, Indra would come, urged on by devotion. At the third pressing, he was invited to delight in the sacrificial cake, and his worshippers approached him with hymns, rich in skill and strength. For Pūṣan, the porridge was prepared; for the tawny-horsed one, the grains. Indra was asked to eat the cake with the Maruts and to drink the Soma, as the wise, heroic slayer of Vṛtra. Offerings of grains and cake were brought to him, the most heroic among men. Day by day, may such offerings increase for Indra, the bold one, for his drinking of Soma, and may his blessings ever flow to those who praise him.