The wise have sung of Indra’s ancient deeds, O knower of all, recounting your glorious actions to those who understand. O mighty King, you have entered the realms of strength and made your fame resound through your powerful exploits, even as the noble waters bear witness to your renown. Now, O praised Indra, as hymns rise to you, grant sustenance and nourishment to your worshippers, just as rivers nourish the earth. For you, O charioteer of the bays, a new hymn has been composed. With insight, may we ever be victorious in the contests of life. Let Indra, the mighty helper of those who seek him, come to us from afar or from near. He is the lord of men, strong-armed with the thunderbolt, triumphant in battles, and the subduer in every contest. Let him approach with his swift bays, turning toward us to bring help and riches. The thunderer, bountiful and generous, stands by our sacrifice, answering our call for strength. Indra, you will set our sacrifice at the forefront; you will grant us wisdom, and like a slayer of foes, you will help us win wealth and victory. With you, O noble one, may we conquer every contest. Gladly, with a gracious mind, approach us, O Indra, delighting in the well-pressed Soma. Drink the sweet mead set before you, rejoice in the exhilarating draught as your heart desires. He who is like a fruitful tree or a swift racer, loosened by the new seers, is invoked again and again—like a youth exulting over a maiden, so do I, longing, call upon you, Indra, the much-invoked. Like a mountain, mighty in your own strength, you were born strong for enduring power from the beginning; you seized the ancient thunderbolt, dreadful and powerful, as one draws forth a vessel brimming with treasure from the depths. No one can reach the path of your birth, nor exhaust your bounty or gifts. Ever raising your strength, O mighty one, bestow upon us, O much-invoked, abundant wealth. You watch over the wealth and dwellings of peoples, and open the pens of the kine. Victorious in assemblies, you lead forth great heaps of riches for us. By what power, O most powerful Indra, do you accomplish your mighty deeds again and again? You, who are most generous to your worshippers, discerning many gifts, bestow wealth upon those who sing to you. Do not harm us; bring us your gifts, grant them to us. Give abundantly to your worshippers for sharing. In this new, excellent, and praiseworthy hymn, let us, praising you, declare your glory. Now, O Indra, praised and sung to, grant sustenance to your worshippers, as rivers nourish the land. For you, O wielder of the bays, a new hymn has been composed. With insight, may we ever be victorious in the contest. Let Indra, praised by us, come here for help; let the hero sit with us at the sacred banquet, ever growing in might. His many powers, vast as the sky, ensure his dominion flourishes unconquered. Here, let us praise his mighty deeds—the strong one, famed for his abundant gifts to men. His will is sovereign in the assembly; he calls forth and stirs the people. Let Indra come from the sky, from the earth, swiftly from the sea or the waters; the bringer of light, companion of the Maruts, may he come from the distant seat of truth to help us. Of the strong and great wealth over which he is lord, we praise him in our gatherings—Indra, who wins by his might among the wealthy, who leads the bold to the prize of riches. He who, bowing in reverence, restrains the arrogant, who sets forth speech, generating it for the sacrifice—the generous, much-invoked one—let him, Indra, be made the Hotar in our assemblies. If, guided by wisdom, you dwell among the swift ones, abiding in the cave of the mountain of the Maujiga, O Hotar, who kindles the fire for us, you are the guardian of our dwelling. Whenever the mighty Bhārvara exerts his strength for praise and offering, when he is hidden in the cave of the Maujiga, then, through devotion and striving, he brings forth delight. When he chooses the best treasures of the mountain, he invigorates the swift courses of the waters with nourishment; he finds the cow in the cave of the wild one, and the well-fed ones bring it forth for the prize. Your hands, O Indra, are auspicious and skillful. Your palms grant gifts to the one who praises. What is your refusal? Will you not remember us? What, O mighty one, prevents you from giving? Thus, Indra, the true and sovereign, grants passage to Pūru by slaying the serpent. O much-praised one, grant us wealth through your power; let us enjoy your divine favor. Now, praised and sung to, O Indra, grant us nourishment for the doer, like rivers that fill the land. For you, O Hariva, a new hymn has been composed. May we, through wisdom, always be charioteers, guiding our lives with insight. Whatever Indra chooses, whatever he desires, that the great one accomplishes with his might. Maghavan, bearing the stone with strength, accepts our hymn, our praise, and our soma offering. The mighty one, with powerful arms, best among men, vigorous, partakes of the four-sided food. For glory, he tears the wool from Paruṣṇī, whose joints he has made for friendship. He, the god, most divine among gods, being born with great steeds and mighty powers, holding the thunderbolt in his broad arms, made the sky resound with his force and shone forth upon the earth. All barriers and ancient paths, the lofty sky, the earth, and their origins, echoed with his might. The mother brings forth the force of the cow, and the winds, like men, follow the circuit. These, O Indra, are your great deeds, celebrated in all assemblies. O hero, bold and daring, you struck the serpent with your thunderbolt, displaying your power. These are your true, mighty acts; all the cows flow forth from the udder of the bull, and the rivers, fearing your strength, hasten swiftly. Here, O Hariva, your divine sisters praise you, Indra, with their help. When their bonds were loosened, they flowed forth in a long, unbroken stream. The invigorating soma, like a river, delights you; the power of joy is yours. For us, the ray of the shining cow, swift and strong, draws near. Make us the most abundant, the greatest in heroic deeds, O mighty one, always victorious. For us, destroy the slayers, break the obstacles, and strike down the enemy of mortals. Hear us, O Indra, in our striving; grant us splendid prizes. Let all nourishing gifts and treasures come to us; be mindful, O Maghavan, of our cows. Now, O Indra, praised and sung, grant us nourishment for the doer, as rivers fill the land. For you, O Hariva, a new hymn is composed; may we, through wisdom, always be charioteers, guiding our way with insight. How did the great one grow, whose priest, accepting the sacrifice, approached the soma? Drinking, desiring, and accepting the offering, the lofty one advanced, pure and seeking wealth. Who is the hero who has attained his fellowship, who has shared the same portion of his favors? Who has discerned his wondrous act, who has become great among the praiseworthy and worshipful? How does Indra hear those who invoke him? How, while listening, does he know the new song? What are his many forms of protection, and how do they speak of him, the generous one, to the worshipper? How does one, striving, not lose his wealth, shining forth in pursuit of riches? Let the god become knowing, O upholder of truths; having received our homage, may he delight in our offering. How, at the breaking of dawn, did the god delight in the friendship of a mortal? How, at that time, did he show friendship to his companions, those who have sought the well-yoked desire in him? Thus, the deeds and mysteries of Indra are sung—mighty, generous, and victorious, ever the helper of those who praise him, ever the giver of strength and wealth, the sovereign lord of all.