O Indra and Varuṇa, when a man seeks your friendship with true devotion, you stand by his side. Through your favor, he conquers his foes in battle and gains renown among men. To those who praise you, Indra and Varuṇa, grant treasures as you have before; let friends, united in joy and friendship, celebrate with pressed Soma and cheerful hearts. You two, mighty among the gods, place your thunderbolt in our struggle; unleash your overwhelming strength against the evil-minded, wolfish enemy who threatens us. Lead our prayer, Indra and Varuṇa, as a bull leads the herd; may our nourishing one, like a generous cow to her calf, yield abundant milk in countless streams. Let your protection be with us where sons are cherished, where offspring thrive, where the sun shines, and men stand strong—may you, Indra and Varuṇa, watch over us in this vast world. For your ancient and abundant help, for the prize, we turn to you, eager for your favor; we choose you as our dearest friends, O greatest heroes, as a father brings happiness. Our thoughts, seeking your help, have not gone astray—they have reached you, generous ones, like beautiful cows approaching Soma. My hymns and intentions, like swift chariots seeking fame, have come to Indra and Varuṇa, seeking wealth, like honored guests to a generous house. By the strength of horses, chariots, and enduring wealth, may we be lords; may those who grant such gifts always accompany us with new protections and prosperity. Mighty ones, come to us with your great protections, Indra and Varuṇa, so that when the hosts exult in battle, we may win your favor. Let my sovereignty, like that of a ruler, be established over all peoples, as the immortals have. The gods uphold the will of Varuṇa—I am king over the people, chosen by the highest. I am King Varuṇa; to me have been entrusted the first powers of sovereignty. The gods support my will—I am king over the people, chosen by the highest. I am Indra, I am Varuṇa; your greatness is vast and deep, and you order the two realms. Like Tvaṣṭṛ, who knows all beings, I unite and uphold heaven and earth. I made the waters swell, held back those that would flow away, and upheld the sky, the seat of truth. By truth, I am the son of Aditi, a follower of truth, spreading out the threefold world. May men with swift horses, striving for prizes, not summon me to battle; may those chosen not call me to conflict. I, Maghavan Indra, prepare the offering and send forth the dust, overpowering with might. All these things I have accomplished; none can match my divine, unconquered power. When the Somas and hymns delight me, both boundless realms tremble in awe. You, wise one, know all the worlds—declare them to Varuṇa. You have heard of and struck down the Vṛtras; you, Indra, have released the rivers for the chosen ones. Our fathers, the seven seers, were present when the Dāsa was bound in distress. They sacrificed to Indra, the slayer of Vṛtra, the half-divine, for Trasadasyu’s sake. Indeed, Purukutsa’s wife invoked you, Indra and Varuṇa, with offerings and homage. Then you granted the king Trasadasyu, the mighty slayer of Vṛtra, the half-divine one. With wealth, together with our cattle, may we rejoice, O gods, with offerings and grain. Indra and Varuṇa, may you always grant us that unfailing, ever-yielding cow. Who will hear? Which one of the worthy gods will accept our praise? To whom among the immortals shall we dedicate this beautiful, heartfelt hymn? Who will show us favor, who will come most willingly among the gods, who is most gracious? They call that chariot swift, with fast horses, which the daughter of the sun chose. Swiftly you come, eager for battle, like Indra with his power in the contest. Born of heaven, divine, with beautiful wings—by what skill are you, O mighty ones, the most powerful among the powerful? What is your protection, O Aśvins, by which you come when invoked? Who, by your wondrous deeds, will call you, that you may grant wide help with your sweet aid? Your chariot moves widely across the sky, emerging from the ocean. Sweetness, honey, and mead flow for you; your well-fed horses draw your chariot with vigor. The river bathes your horses with its juice; the bright, reddish steeds circle around. Then your unfailing vehicle proceeds, by which you became the lords of Sūryā. Here, when your favor is sought, this is your goodwill, rich in prizes. Grant wide protection to the singer, O Aśvins; the desire that clings to me is yours alone. Your broad-seated chariot, O Aśvins, we call today, the gathering of cows. It carries Sūryā, the bride, the singer, most generous and bountiful. You, divine Aśvins, grandsons of heaven, win glory with your powers. Your forms, together with your horses, are joined; your chariot is drawn by the yokes. Who today will prepare for you, Aśvins, the well-invoked offering, for aid or for the sweet drink with prayers? For the ancient truth, let the one who honors you turn to you with reverence. With your golden chariot, O Nāsatyas, come to this sacrifice. Drink the honeyed Soma and bestow treasure upon your worshippers. Come to us from heaven, from earth, with your golden, well-fitted chariot. Let none detain you when your ancient origin unites you. O wondrous pair, grant us abundant wealth with many heroes, in both your aspects. When you, Aśvins, receive our hymn and praise, those who seek you come forth. Here, when your minds are questioned, may this good favor with its prizes come to us; make wide room for the singer—truly, O Nasatyas, the desire that clings to you is yours alone. Behold, his radiance rises; the chariot is yoked, circling the summit of the sky. Three swift steeds are yoked together upon it, and a fourth, honey-laden, runs apart. Your honey-laden steeds rise at dawn, your chariot-horses at daybreak; they drive away the darkness, spreading shining light across the sky. Drink the mead with honey-drinking cups, and yoke your beloved chariot to the honey; on the honeyed path you hasten the journey, Ashvins, bearing the most honey-laden gift. Your honeyed swans, tireless, with golden wings, are awakened by the dawn; rising up, they are eager, touching the eager—like bees to honey, you come to the offerings. The well-ordered, honey-laden fires blaze forth, O Ashvins, at the coming of dawn, when the wise, swift-handed one presses the honeyed Soma with stones. Those who drink together by day, moving swiftly, spread shining light across the sky; even the Sun, yoking his horses, goes forth, and by your own power you know all the paths.