Indra, the mighty and generous lord, is ever praised by the sages and singers in their hymns and songs, especially when the Soma is pressed and offered. Whether he comes drawn by his two tawny bay steeds, holding his thunderbolt in his arms, or whether he dwells in the highest heaven, Indra is invoked and honored. He is the hero who aided in the slaying of Vritra, the great serpent, and in many battles where his might made the enemies tremble and the Dasyus flee in terror. The people call to Indra, inviting him to drink the strong, pressed Soma, for he is the fierce protector and supporter of the singer. They pray that he may carve out space and grant wealth to those who praise him, to the hero, to the strong. Indra, bearing his bolt and riding his bay steeds, comes to the Soma pressings, bestowing cows and strength, empowering the heroic and the manly, and hearing the call of his devotees. All deeds, all praise, and all offerings are declared to Indra, the helper from above. Through the pressed Soma and the swelling hymns, the people honor him, for he has made their hymns the means of increase and prosperity. With thoughts fixed on him, they strive to fill his stores with sacrifices, offering the most pleasing Soma to the drinker of the juice. The people beseech Indra to remember them, to accept their offerings, and to drink the Soma with the roar of a bull. They invite him to sit upon the sacred grass of the sacrificer and to make wide space for those who seek him, delighting in their devotion. They pray that their sacrifices and invocations may reach him, for to Indra belong wise and fitting thoughts. At every pressing, the friends and singers fill Indra’s cup with Soma, for he is the generous giver who does not fail to help in battle. Among the Bharadvājas, Indra rejoices in the pressed Soma, bestowing all kinds of wealth as a wise and generous lord. Indra, the bull, is exhilarated by praise and hymns, delighting in the Soma, eager for the drink. Glorified among men, he is the heaven-strong king, the unfailing support of songs. He is the active and noble hero, the wise one who hears invocations, the wide-protector and wealth-giver, granting strength and prizes to those who praise him in the assembly. His greatness is like the axle of a great chariot, spreading across the two worlds, and his many aids are like the branches of a tree, full of strength and ever-expanding. Indra’s powers flow like streams of cows, strong and unbroken, well-bound as the cords that tether calves. Day by day, Indra acts swiftly, bringing different outcomes; and the people pray that Mitra, Varuṇa, Pūṣan, and Aryaman may watch over their wealth. By Indra’s might, the waters are set in motion, flowing from the mountain’s summit at the call of hymns and sacrifices, speeding like horses to the contest. Neither years nor months wear Indra down; neither heaven nor earth diminishes him. Even as he ages, his body increases in strength, and he remains worthy of praise through hymns and songs. He bows neither to the weak nor the strong, nor does he yield to the enemy’s praise. Even the immovable mountains tremble before him, and in the deepest places, he finds a path. With his deep and wide might, Indra, the foe-smasher and Soma-drinker, drives forward the prizes and stands upright in protection at dawn and night, ensuring safety. The people call for his presence and aid, seeking protection at home and in the wilderness, desiring to live bravely with a hundred powers. They invoke Indra’s help, whether it is near or far or in between, asking him to come to their aid in the slaying of Vṛtra and to bring the prizes. With these powers, they pray he may drive away the hostile and opposing, shatter the wrath of foes, scatter the Dasyus, and bring the Arya people safely across. Indra breaks the strength of the envious, whether they are kin or not, near or far, striking down the mighty and turning them away. The strong one conquers the strong with his own might, making the two worlds resound, speaking in the fields, among children, cattle, offspring, and waters. No strong man, no swift one, no bold one, no warrior has ever conquered Indra; he surpasses all that are born. When the wise call upon him in assembly, he stretches apart those who are divided, whether in the slaying of Vṛtra, in great battle, or in the gathering of men. When Indra comes, all peoples rejoice. He is the protector and guardian, and the noble ones, the most truthful and wise, place their leaders in front under his watch. All his powers are given for his greatness and for the slaying of Vṛtra; his strength, might, worship, and heroism are with the gods. Therefore, the people pray that Indra may bring them victory over rivals in every contest, that the goddesses may be satisfied, and that the Bharadvājas, praising him, may know wealth by his favor. The people call upon Indra, eager for strength and the great prize, seeking his protection when the peoples assemble for the hero’s reward. The prize-seeker invokes him for the desirable reward, for in battles with the Vṛtras and in the struggle for cattle, Indra is the true lord and champion. He inspires the poet in the quest for praise, and for Kutsa, he struck down Śuṣṇa for the worshipper. He struck off the head of the lifeless one for Atithigva, performing worthy deeds. Indra brings forth the chariot, the high warrior, and the fighting bull, Daśadyu, to battle, aiding Tugra for Vetasu and protecting Tuji, the singer, from harm. With his strength, Indra saw the thousands of gifts offered in praise, struck down the Dāsa Śambara from the mountain, and brought splendid aid to Divodāsa. With faith and pressed Soma, he destroyed Cumuri for the safety of his devotees, shattered Raji, and with his power, struck down sixty thousand together. The wise seek Indra’s favor, for he grants greater benevolence and strength, and for those heroes who praise him, he gives triple protection. May the people be his friends, honored by his greatness, and may Prātardana possess the best royal splendor, foremost in battle, and winner of wealth among the Vṛtras. The people wonder: What has Indra done for the joy of this drink, for the drinking, for the friendship of Soma? Did those who sit in council or in battle know him before, or only now? It is for the joy of the drink, for the friendship of Soma, that Indra acts, whether in council or in battle. Yet, truly, no one knows the full greatness of Indra’s might or his bounty. Of his new and old gifts, no one has seen the limit of his power.