Indra, the song-loving and unaging lord, holds sway over all the treasures of the earth. To him, the bold master of cattle, the people call: “With your mighty hosts, fill us with longing, with prizes, with swift horses and herds of cattle. O Indra, as we press the Soma, let us sing your praise, you who are much-invoked and mighty, so that well-being may come to the cows and to those who bring joy.” When the generous one hears the hymns, he does not withhold wealth, abundant with cattle. Perhaps he will march forth to the cattle-rich enclosures of our foes, and with his powers, drive them away from us. These very hymns, O Indra of a hundred powers, reach out to you as mothers to their calf. Your friendship is sought for the sake of cattle—be a swift horse for those who seek horses. Delight in the Soma, Indra, for the sake of wealth and great strength; do not abandon your praiser to poverty. At every pressing, these hymns yearn for you, O lover of song, just as cows long for their calf, as milch cows for their young. Among the many, let the most bountiful one make his praisers victorious with prizes. May our praise, O Indra, be the most powerful and dearest to you; bring us great wealth. Bṛbu stood high above the Paṇis, as wide as the Gāṅgya plain. His generous gift, swift as the wind and abundant in thousands, is ever ready for giving. Therefore, all noble singers praise Bṛbu, the thousand-giver, the lord who bestows thousands. Again, the singers invoke Indra alone for the prize of strength, calling upon the lord of all good in battles and contests. “O mighty one with the thunderbolt, praised by us with strength, stone-splitter, scatter for us cows, horses, and chariots as you win the prize for the victor. You, the universal helper, the wise, the thousand-powered and lord of good deeds, be our strength in battle. “You drive away foes like a raging bull, showering gifts, O singer among gods; be our helper in wealth, in our persons, in the waters, in the sun. Indra, bring us the highest, most powerful fame, by which you filled both shining worlds. You, strong helper of the tribes, king among gods, we call for aid—make our adversaries easy to overcome, make the unfriendly powerless. “Whatever strength and manliness you possess among the descendants of Nahusha, or whatever brilliance among the five peoples—bring all those powers together for us. Or whatever heroic power you have among the Trikshas, Druhyus, Janas, Purus, or Vṛṣṇis—grant that to us, O subduer of men, so that we may conquer our enemies in battle. “Indra, grant us triple protection, threefold shelter full of well-being; bestow your shield upon the generous and upon me, and drive away the lightning from these people. When, in the desire for cattle, we fiercely attack the enemy, O lover of song, be our closest protector, present with your strength. “Be our strength and support in battle, O Indra; when the winged ones fly in the sky, when the sharp-headed lightnings flash, keep them away from us. Where heroes stretch out their bodies, spreading the beloved shelter of their fathers, grant protection to our persons and kin, and drive away mindless hatred. “When you urge on the horses in the contest for wealth, on uneven and difficult paths, may they speed like falcons seeking fame. Like swift rivers rushing down a slope, as if following a call, as birds flock to food, so may those who grasp the arms in contest never turn back.” This Soma is indeed sweet, honeyed, strong, and full of essence; truly, no one who has drunk of it, O Indra, can withstand you in battle. This sweet drink is most delightful, from which Indra rejoiced in slaying Vritra, by which, in his youthful might, he destroyed ninety-nine cities of Shambara. This pressed Soma stirs my voice and inspires my eager thought; this wise one measures out the hero, from whom not even a single world is hidden. He made the wide expanse of earth and the height of heaven; this Soma placed nourishing essence in the three flowing streams and supported the broad midspace. With wondrous vision and knowledge, in the radiant abode and presence of the dawns, this great one, by his might, upheld the sky, the bull among the Maruts. “O Indra, drink the bold Soma in the vessel, slayer of Vritra, hero in the gathering of riches. At the midday pressing, become strong and bestow wealth upon us, you who possess riches. Look upon us as you did upon our forefathers; lead us across to the further shore of wealth. Be a good pilot, carry us across, be our wise leader and guide. “You, all-knowing, lead us to a wide space, to radiant, fearless, and auspicious light; mighty Indra, to your strong and ancient arms may we come for shelter. Place us, O Indra, in the best chariot, the swiftest, with a hundred prizes and horses; bring us the most abundant wealth—let not the hostile rich man surpass us, O generous one. “Indra, be gracious to me, grant me life; inspire my prayers as the craftsman sharpens the edge. Whatever I, seeking long life, say to you—accept that, and do not make me subject to the gods’ displeasure. “I call upon Indra, the protector and helper, the easily-invoked hero, at every offering; I summon Śakra, much-invoked Indra. May Maghavan Indra grant us well-being. May Indra, of excellent protection and generous gifts, be gracious to us with his aid, all-knowing. May he drive away hatred, grant us fearlessness; may we be lords of heroic strength.