Let us recount the glory of Indra, the great lord in whom all peoples, especially those who partake of the sacred Soma, find their deepest satisfaction. It is Indra whom the wise gods, together with Dhiṣaṇā, the all-skilled, fashioned to be the mighty smiter of Vṛtras, the adversary. In battle, none surpass or equal him; self-ruling and foremost among men, Indra is the best charioteer, whose strength has destroyed the enduring life of the Dasyu, the foe, with his unmatched might. Indra stands mighty in contests, swift in battles, unfailing in his power. He has split the two worlds, overflowing with strength, and like Bhaga at the sacrifice, he is worthy of invocation, gracious as a father, easily called upon, and bestower of life. He upholds heaven, untouched by dust, rising high like a wind-driven chariot, accompanied by treasures. Indra dwells in the nights, begets the sun, and divides the portions, like an inspired one who apportions the prize. In our contests for the prize, may we call upon generous Indra, the best among men—the mighty one who hears our call for help in battle, who strikes down foes and wins wealth. Let Indra, together with the Maruts, come and drink the Soma offered with svāhā, the powerful bull. May he, famed far and wide, be filled with these offerings and, pleased, grant the desires of our bodies. For your speed, Indra, we yoke our worship, seeking your favor from the highest heaven. Let your bay steeds bring you here, O fair-jawed one, to drink this well-pressed, delightful Soma. With cattle, Indra has been established as the one who crosses well, for supremacy, for praise. Having drunk the exhilarating Soma, grant us, in many ways, the cows we desire. With cattle and horses and shining wealth, fulfill our wishes and spread them forth. The inspired Kuśikas, with their hymns, have fashioned praise for you, Indra, bringer of light. Again, we call upon generous Indra, the best among men, in this contest for the prize—the mighty one who answers our calls for help, strikes down foes, and is victorious in wealth. 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, manly, the 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; praise him who conquers together and shatters opposition. With hymns and praises, honor Indra, the best among men, hero, unconquered; he alone is lord from the highest heaven, strong in many ways, subduing adversaries—offer him homage. Many treasures are set among mortals for Indra; the earth bears abundant riches for him. For Indra, heaven, plants, waters, and old woods protect wealth. For you, Indra, are prayers and hymns; for you, O tawny one, companions have placed them. Be gracious, mindful of our new request, friend, and grant the singers long life. Indra, with the Maruts, drink the Soma here as you drank the pressed juice for Śāryāta. By your guidance, O hero, under your protection, the wise and well-sacrificing do not go astray. Rejoicing, drink the Soma here, Indra, with the Maruts, your companions, our pressed offering. When you were adorned by the gods at birth, O much-invoked, you were made for great deeds. The Maruts, eager, have gladdened Indra, the generous, with abundant gifts. With them, let the slayer of Vṛtra drink the pressed Soma in the seat of the worshipper. Here is the pressed Soma, O lord of riches, with strength; drink it, O lover of song. Whatever portion of the pressed Soma is set aside for you, accept it; may the Soma nourish you. May your belly be filled, Indra, with the offering; may your head be exalted by the hymn; may your arms, O champion, be extended for granting gifts. Indra, in the morning, accept from us the curds, porridge, cakes, and songs of praise. Enjoy the sacrificial cake prepared for you, and be pleased; to you, the offerings are presented. May you be pleased with our sacrificial cake and praise, as a bridegroom delights in maidens. O ever-renowned one, accept our sacrificial cake at the morning pressing; Indra, your power is indeed great. At midday pressing, Indra, take the grains and sacrificial cake, the delightful one. When the praiser, eager and swift, calls upon you with songs, you come, being urged on. At the third pressing, O much-praised one, delight in the sacrificial cake offered to you; may we approach you, O wise one, rich in skill and strength, with our hymns. For Pūṣan, we have prepared porridge; for the tawny-horsed one, the grains. Eat the cake, Indra, together with the Maruts, and drink the Soma, O slayer of Vṛtra, O wise hero. Offer the grains to him, bring the sacrificial cake to that most heroic among men. Day by day, Indra, may similar offerings increase for you, O bold one, for your drinking of Soma. Indra and Parvata, come with your great chariot, bringing us prosperity, O mighty ones. Accept the offerings at our sacrifices, O gods, and grow with our songs, rejoicing in praise. Stand firm, O generous one, do not go away; now enjoy the well-pressed Soma. Like a son clings to his father, so I grasp you, Indra, with sweetest praise, O powerful one. O Adhvaryu, proclaim and recite for me; let us make a pleasing offering for Indra. Sit on this sacred grass of the sacrificer, and may the best praise be for Indra. Let the generous one be born at the evening and reach his place; then let your yoked steeds carry you, Indra. Whenever we press the Soma, Agni, as messenger, will bring you straight here. Go forth, O generous one, or come hither, Indra, as you wish, for your benefit is on both sides; where the great chariot's treasure is, there is the release of the swift steed and the ass. Go to the west, Indra, to drink the Soma; let your noble wives rejoice in your house; where the great chariot's treasure is, there is the release of the swift steed with the reward. These givers, the Angirases, of varied forms, sons of heaven, heroes of the mighty one, have given riches to Viśvāmitra; for the thousandfold offering, they have prolonged his life. In every form, the generous one appears, creating wonders, shaping his own body; when he came three times a day from the sky, with his own spells, keeping the seasons, true to order. The great seer, born of the gods, inspired by the gods, held back the river and the ocean, seeing with human eyes. When Viśvāmitra led Sudās, Indra became gracious to the Kuśikas. Like swans, compose a hymn with the stones, rejoicing with songs at the sacrifice, together with the pressed Soma. O wise ones, seers with human sight, drink the Soma nectar, O Kuśikas, with the gods.