May we dwell in the good favor and happy mind of that worshipful one, Indra, who is famed for his excellent protection and generous gifts. May he, even from afar, dispel all hatred from among us. To Indra descend the streams of our devotion: our hymns, chants, prayers, and offerings flow toward him. Just as the pressings yield wide wealth, so does Indra, the Vajrin, gather together the many drops of our homage. Who among us can truly praise or satisfy or even worship him, when Maghavan, the mighty slayer, advances? With the force of his powers, striking one after another like the steps of feet, he turns what came before into what follows after. Indra is heard as the mighty and fierce one, subduing and surpassing others, propelled by his own strength. As king, he exalts both those who flourish and those who decline among men. He moves beyond old friendships, seeking new ones, surpassing what has come before and leaving behind the inexperienced, crossing over many years. Indra has become a counterpart to every form; to each observer, he appears in their own way. With countless forms and powers, he moves, harnessing his ten times a hundred steeds. When he yokes his bay steeds to his chariot, he shines forth in great splendor. Who, O Tvaṣṭṛ, can withstand the hostile forces, whether among men or the shining ones? We have come, O gods, to the field of cattle; the earth has grown broad and spacious before us. O Bṛhaspati, watch over the prize; Indra, you know the path for the singer. Day by day, the black ones, born of the house, perished, each one like the other. Indra, the bull, slew the Dāsa Vasnaya, and within the enclosure, he overthrew Varcina and Śambara. Indeed, Indra granted Prastoka ten chariots, ten horses, and ten prizes, and from Divodāsa and Atithigva he received the wealth of Śambara. Ten horses, ten chariots, ten garments, and abundant food, along with ten lumps of gold, were obtained from Divodāsa. Atharvan received ten chariots with seats and a hundred cows, while Aśvatha gave to Pāyu. Sārñjaya bestowed upon the Bharadvājas great and all-generating wealth. O Lord of the Forest, may you be strong-limbed, heroic, and our friend—a crossing to victory. Bound with cows, be triumphant; may your presence ensure our success in conquest. From heaven and earth, from the trees, and from all that is gathered together, arises strength. The vigor of the waters, encircled by cows, is offered as Indra’s bolt, the chariot, in oblation. Indra’s bolt is the front of the Maruts, the embryo of Mitra, the navel of Varuṇa. Accept this offering, O god, and take up the chariot for our sacrifice. Direct your breath to earth and sky; let your presence be known throughout the world. O drum, together with Indra and the gods, drive away our enemies from afar and push them even further away. Resound, O drum, with strength and power; thunder against hardships and drive away misfortune. You are Indra’s fist—fall upon the wicked. Rise up, O drum, turn away ill omens, and sound forth the signs of victory. May our charioteers, with wind-swift horses, move together; Indra, may our warriors win. With sacrifice after sacrifice and song after song, we praise Agni for his skill. We proclaim the immortal Jātavedas, our dear friend, as Mitra is praised. May we serve the Son of Strength, ever to be invoked for our offerings. May he be our protector in battles, our increaser, and the guardian of our bodies. O Agni, mighty and unfading, you shine forth with your flame. With ceaseless radiance, you blaze, pure one; shine brightly with your good gifts. You worship the great gods, performing sacred rites with wisdom and power. Draw them near, O Agni, for our help; grant us strength and bring us wealth. Waters, stones, and forests nourish him—the embryo of immortality. Kindled with force, he is born among men, on the surface of the earth. He fills both heaven and earth with his light, moves with smoke in the sky, and pierces the darkness with his waves—the tawny bull among the dark ones. With your great flames, O Agni, with your bright radiance, shine upon us. Kindled by Bharadvāja, youngest one, shine for us with brightness and light. You are lord of all households, O Agni, among all people. Guard us, youngest one, from a hundred evils with your protection; grant a hundred winters to those who praise and give. With wondrous aid, O treasure-giver, inspire us with gifts. Of this wealth, O Agni, you are the charioteer; lead us to abundance and a secure place. Carry our children and descendants safely with your faultless and unfailing guides. O Agni, keep divine anger and the offenses of the ungodly far from us. Come, friends, approach the cow with abundant milk and a new song. Set her free; let her not be restrained. That fame which you, O Maruts, ever-glorious, bestow upon your troop—that undying glory of the mighty Maruts, won by noble deeds—bestow that upon Bharadvāja, twice over: the cow that yields to all and the food that nourishes all. I praise Indra, wise in counsel like Varuṇa, skilled in magic; gracious like Aryaman, a generous giver; and like Viṣṇu, the leader. May the mighty troop of the Maruts, fierce and roaring, and Pūṣan, unconquered, come together by hundreds and thousands for the people. Let hidden treasures appear among the doers of good; may he grant us wealth. Come to us, Pūṣan, hasten here; listen to my praise, O radiant one. May hostile men not harm us, O noble one. Do not, like a crow, tear up the tree or bring misfortune, for you are not a destroyer. Not even the sun or the necks of birds bear such a burden. Let your friendship be unwavering, like a sight that never fails, like a full and unbroken vessel. You are beyond mortals, equal to the gods in splendor. Shine forth, Pūṣan, in our battles; protect us now as you did before. May your gracious, gentle impulses lead us on the right path; may the blessings of the god, of the Maruts, and of the striving mortal be with us. In a single moment, his praise reaches the sky, as the sun ascends. The Maruts have taken on fierce strength, a name worthy of worship, the greatest power for slaying Vṛtra.