There is a king upon whom the blessings of Indra, the friend of the cows, rest. In him, Indra delights to drink the strong Soma. Steadfast and unshaken, this king advances with his companions, conquering serpents and ruling his people with fortune and noble fame. Such a ruler flourishes both in peaceful times and in battle, victorious in contests and wars. He is beloved by the Sun and by Agni, for he offers the pressed Soma to Indra, and by his devotion he prospers and is protected. Indra, wide-mouthed and mighty, the generous giver and bestower of wealth, is invoked by all people for glory, noble rule, and greatness. When Indra, the most powerful, establishes fame and nourishment, his golden and unconquerable glory spreads far and wide, renowned through the ages. His powers, strong and wise, bring blessings to both heaven and earth. Now, O slayer of Vṛtra, whatever your skills may be, grant us heroism and the strength of heroes. With all your blessings, O Indra of a hundred powers, shield us—may we ever be guarded by your protection. Indra, stone-armed and splendid, possesses powers and riches beyond compare. Whatever wealth he bestows, may it be granted to us, and may we receive both kinds of treasures—of earth and of spirit. Whatever Indra deems most excellent, may he grant us that celestial gift, so that we may know his favor in our time of need. His resolute, generous mind overcomes even the strong, and with it, he brings us victory and attainment. The ancient songs, sung by many voices, have long praised Indra, king among the generous, ruler of peoples. To him, this hymn is offered, and for Indra, bearer of prayer, the threefold songs grow and shine. Come, Indra, with the pressing stones, and drink the Soma, O lord of Soma, mighty one among the mighty, slayer of Vṛtra. The stone, the exhilaration, and the pressed Soma are all mighty, and so is Indra, who is called with mighty prayers and hymns, O wielder of the thunderbolt. Swift and victorious, thunderbolt in hand, king and Soma-drinker, Indra harnesses his two bay steeds and comes joyfully to the midday pressing, delighting in the Soma. Once, when Svarbhanu the demon struck the Sun with darkness, the world was bewildered, as if lost in unfamiliar fields. Yet the Sun, though veiled, illuminated the worlds. When Svarbhanu’s magic descended from the sky, it was the sage Atri, with the fourth Brahman, who found the hidden Sun, concealed by darkness. Let not Indra’s anger fall upon us; may he not drive us away in wrath or fear, for he is Mitra in his true gifts and Varuna the king, both of whom protect us. The priest, with stones and prayers, honored the gods with reverence, and Atri restored the Sun’s eye in the sky, dispelling Svarbhanu’s magic. While others could not, Atri discovered the darkness that had struck the Sun. O Mitra and Varuna, who will protect you—whether from the greatness of heaven or the power of earth, or in the seat of truth? Shield us as one guards cattle or horses for sacrifice. May Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman, Indra, the Ribhus, and the Maruts favor us, and may those who praise Rudra, the gracious one, be blessed. To the Ashvins, called for help in chariot and wind, and to the lord of heaven, hymns are offered as gifts for sacrifice. The divine Kanva, the priest, Tritha, and the wind unite with Agni, and Pushan and Bhaga, swift and generous, come to the contest like horses. Wealth yoked with horses is brought forth, and the mind seeks aid for riches. The auspicious Hotar of Ushij and the mighty Maruts are ever present. Vayu, yoked to the chariot, is invoked and praised with hymns; the righteous and generous wives set their thoughts upon us. With worthy praises and hymns that awaken even the youthful sky, the worshipper approaches Ushas and Night, who bring forth the sacrifice for mortals. The nourishing ones, the lord of men, and Tvashtar the creator are honored. With reverence, the blessed Dhiṣaṇā, the trees, and the herbs seek wealth for us. The mountains, like the Vasus, strong and heroic, are our protectors. The provider, the Aptyas, and the worshipful increase our praise and grant noble blessings. O mighty one, you strengthen the seed of the earth; Tritha, offspring of waters, brings abundant gifts. Agni, praised with hymns and flaming hair, cuts through the woods. How shall we address the great Rudra, Kadra the wise, and Bhaga? May the waters and herbs, the heavens, forests, and leafy-haired mountains protect us. May the lord of nourishment, the mountain, swift and powerful, hear us. May the waters, shining like fortresses, listen as they flow around the mighty hill. Those great ones whom we praise, who bear wondrous gifts, know our needs; even birds seek shelter with them, and mortals follow in awe. Now let the divine and earthly births be spoken for Sumakha. May the heavens and shining mountains grow, and the wide rivers swell, overcoming all obstacles. At every step, may old age be set aside, and the strong protector guard us with care. Let the great mother, nourishing earth, grant us favor with upright hands and straight paths. How shall we serve the generous with reverence? Let us approach the Maruts with praise and renown. May Ahirbudhnya not bring harm, and let our guardian be ever near. Thus, for offspring and wealth, mortals seek the gods; may auspiciousness rest upon us, and may Nirriti devour decay if it comes. O gods, may your gracious favor, which brings strength, be ours; O Vasus, may we receive the blessing of the cow. May the generous goddess, kindly and swift, come to us for good fortune. Let Ilā, mother of the herd, approach us and be praised by our rivers or by Urvaśī. May Urvaśī, honored in the broad heavens, and all who are abundant, bring forth the fruits of our offerings.