As dawn breaks and the sacred fire is kindled, the worshippers prepare the offerings for Indra, the mighty lord. They set aside a portion of the pressed Soma for him, inviting Indra to accept it and be nourished by its strength. May the Soma fill him with vigor, enriching his being. The devotees wish for Indra’s belly to be filled with their offerings, his head to be exalted by their hymns, and his powerful arms to be extended in generosity, granting gifts to his followers. With reverence, they invite Indra to partake of curds, porridge, cakes, and songs of praise in the morning. The sacrificial cake, prepared with devotion, is presented to Indra, who is asked to enjoy it and be pleased. The worshippers hope he delights in their offerings and praise, just as a bridegroom rejoices in the company of maidens. Indra, ever-renowned and of great power, is called to accept the cake at the morning pressing. At midday, the grains and the delightful sacrificial cake are offered to Indra. The eager and swift praiser calls upon him with songs, knowing that Indra, urged by their devotion, will come. At the third pressing, the much-praised Indra is invited to delight in the cake offered, and the wise, skilled, and strong one is approached with hymns. For Pūṣan, porridge is prepared; for the tawny-horsed one, grains. Indra is invited to eat the cake together with the Maruts and to drink the Soma, he who slew Vṛtra, the wise hero. The grains are offered, and the sacrificial cake is brought to the most heroic among men. Day by day, the offerings increase for Indra, so that his drinking of Soma may be ever abundant. Indra and Parvata are called to come with their great chariot, bringing prosperity. The mighty gods are asked to accept the offerings at the sacrifices and to rejoice in praise, growing with the songs. Indra is urged to stand firm and not depart, to enjoy the well-pressed Soma, for the worshipper clings to him with the sweetest praise, as a son clings to his father. The Adhvaryu is asked to proclaim and recite, so that a pleasing offering may be made for Indra. Indra is invited to sit on the sacred grass of the sacrificer, and the best praise is reserved for him. The generous one is to be born at evening, to reach his place, and his yoked steeds will carry him whenever the Soma is pressed. Agni, the messenger, will bring him straight to the sacrifice. Indra is free to go forth or come as he wishes, for his benefit is found on both sides. Where the great chariot’s treasure lies, there is the release of the swift steed and the ass. Indra is called to the west to drink Soma, and his noble wives rejoice in his house. Where the chariot’s treasure is, the swift steed is released with reward. The Angirases, sons of heaven and heroes of the mighty one, have given riches to Viśvāmitra, prolonging his life with a thousandfold offering. In every form, the generous Indra appears, creating wonders and shaping his own body. He descends from the sky three times a day, keeping the seasons and order with his own spells. The great seer, born of the gods and inspired by them, held back the river and the ocean, perceiving with human eyes. When Viśvāmitra led Sudās, Indra was gracious to the Kuśikas. Like swans, the seers compose hymns with stones, rejoicing at the sacrifice with songs and pressed Soma. The Kuśikas, wise and with human sight, are invited to drink the Soma nectar with the gods. The Kuśikas are called to come near and be attentive, to release the horse for wealth and grant it to Sudās. The king has crushed Vṛtra and worships in both east and west, being the best across the earth. Indra, who satisfies both heaven and earth, is praised, and Viśvāmitra’s prayer protects the Bhārata people. The Viśvāmitras offer prayers to Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, asking him to grant abundant gifts. Questions arise about the cows among the Kīkaṭas, which do not yield milk nor feel heat. The wisdom of Pramaganda is sought, and Indra is asked to break the low branch for them. The serpent-like thought, vast and resistant, is given by Jamadagni. The daughter of the sun spreads immortal fame among the gods. This fame, serpent-like, has arisen among the peoples of Pañcajana, spreading glory. The winged one, bearing new life, is given by Palastya and the Jamadagnis. Let the two cows be firm and the sheep unharmed. Do not yoke the yoke to grass or plough. May Indra grant protection in Pātalya, ward off harm, and join with his devotees. Strength is requested for bodies, deeds, children, offspring, and life, for Indra is the giver of strength. The essence of the khadira tree is spread out, vigor is placed in the trembling śiṃśapā, and the axle is asked to be firm and steady, driving away harm. The forest tree is claimed as their own, wishing it neither harm nor injure them, but dwell in their homes with prosperity. Indra, with abundant and excellent companions, is asked to grant the best today, to defeat those who hate the worshippers and for their breath to abandon whom they hate. Even the axe burns, the knife cuts, and the oven foams up its contents when kindled, all under Indra’s power. People sometimes fail to notice the arrow, thinking themselves clever as they lead cattle astray. They do not drive the swift horse with the swift, nor lead the donkey ahead of the horses. The sons of Bharata, Indra, do not know their fatherhood or grandfatherhood. They harness the horse for death, not permanence, and lead the bow-fitted horse in battle. A hymn is made for the great, for knowledge and praise, taken up so the noble hosts may hear. May Agni, eternal in the heavens, listen as well. The worshipper desires to sing greatly for heaven and earth, knowing that the gods delight together with their companions at the rites. The truth of heaven and earth is wished to be firm, bringing prosperity. Homage is offered to heaven and to earth, seeking their treasure. The ancient, truth-upholding heavens are praised for their expansion, and earth is honored with manifold knowledge in assemblies and contests for glory. Questions arise about which god the right path leads to, as among them the lowest seats and those far away are seen in secret rites and hidden vows. The sage with human sight beholds her, rejoicing in the womb of truth, spread out. Diverse abodes are made, united in intention and mutual understanding, as a weaver crafts her work. Thus, through offerings, hymns, and prayers, the worshippers celebrate Indra’s greatness, the wisdom of the seers, and the enduring truth of heaven and earth, seeking strength, prosperity, and divine favor for themselves and their people.