The Kanvas, devout singers and seekers of bounty, lift their voices in praise to Indra, the bountiful and tawny one, renowned among the gods. They call upon him to bestow rich gifts upon the praiser who possesses his favor, urging him to come forth for the renowned. Yet, they lament that even the most praised hymn of the cow, and the Gāyatra song, though sung, often go unnoticed—so subtle is the recognition of true devotion. With earnest hearts, they pray to Indra: let not their strength be diminished, nor their gifts taken away. Indra, Lord of power, is beseeched to grant strength through his mighty powers. The Kanvas, his friends, approach him for this very purpose, offering hymns of praise and devotion. They declare that the unwise have never gained anything, but true praise of Indra is always recognized and rewarded. The gods themselves, they say, desire the one who presses Soma—the diligent, not the slothful. The gods eagerly approach the industrious, leaving behind those who are idle. The Kanvas urge Indra to come forth with prizes, not withholding his gifts, like a mighty youth among the young. They plead for protection, that the one who brings trouble today will not harm them in the evening, likening such a threat to an unwelcome son-in-law. The Kanvas affirm their knowledge of Indra’s generous favor, his heroic thoughts, and his birth in three places. They call upon him to pour forth blessings for the Kanva, the singer, acknowledging that no strength is greater than that of Indra, aided a hundredfold. With the eldest among them, they press Soma for Indra—the heroic, the mighty—and offer it so the noble one may drink. Indra, most invoked among helpers, gives singers horses and wealth, and praisers cattle. The pressers hasten one after another for the intoxicating Soma, prepared for the heroic, the mighty. Let the slayer of Vṛtra drink the pressed Soma here, for then the hundredfold-aided one restrains their foes. The Kanvas call upon prayer to yoke the two bay steeds, bringing forth the famous one, the friend, renowned by songs and lover of hymns. They invite Indra to the sweet and shining Somas, to the shared feast, as a sage among men with bright jaws and great power. Those who praise Indra increase him for great bounty and manly strength, exalting the doer. All his songs and hymns unite in his powers, celebrating his love for music. Indra, strong in action and sole wielder of the bolt, bestows prizes unfailingly. Invoked by many, he strikes down Vṛtra with his right hand, great in mighty powers. In Indra, all peoples and even aging things abide; in him, decrees follow in order. He has accomplished all these deeds, renowned for surpassing all, the bestower of prizes among the generous. Indra sets forth the chariot seeking cattle, bringing it safely even from afar. He is the carrier of wealth, the bearer for his devotees. Inspired, he provides horses, slays Vṛtra among men, and acts as a true protector who accomplishes great feats. The Kanvas worship Indra with dear offerings and united minds, who has become true through the Somas, never deceived. They sing of Gāthaśravas, the true lord, desiring glory and wide renown, the winner of prizes. He, even without being asked, gives cattle from his dwelling, a friend to men, powerful and generous. Those who seek desire in him find fulfillment. Indra, the stone-splitter, has made the wise Kāṇva, the pure guest, like a ram, leading him forth. The Kanvas pray to Vibhindu to grant their leader four tens of thousands, and eight thousand more beyond. Those nourished by milk are blessed, not deprived of the joy of battle; may they be born for that purpose. Indra is invited to drink the pressed, exhilarating Soma and delight in the cattle-rich offering. He is asked to be their ally and companion at the feast, for their increase, with his thoughts protecting them. The Kanvas seek Indra’s good favor, praying not to fall before the hostile one, and asking for wondrous aids and his kindness. Their songs, bright in color, pure and wise, approach Indra with praises, hoping to increase his greatness. Indra, mighty with a thousand seers, has spread out like the ocean; his greatness is true, and the Kanvas praise his power in sacrifices and the sovereignty of the inspired. To Indra alone, for the sake of the gods, at the offering and in the assembly, the forest-dwellers call, seeking the gaining of wealth. Indra, by his greatness, has spread the two worlds, made the sun shine by his power, and in him all beings are contained; in Indra, the pressed Somas are strong. To Indra, the ancient drinkers—the Ayus—with praises, the Ribhus in harmony, and the Rudras sing together. Indra has grown in manly power and strength through the exhilaration of Soma; today the Ayus praise his greatness as in former times. The Kanvas approach Indra for heroic strength and sacred insight, by which he brought wealth to the Bhrigus for the benefit of the devout, and aided Praskanva. By his manly might, Indra released the great rivers to the ocean; his greatness does not diminish, whom the earth has not subdued. Thus, through these hymns, offerings, and praises, the Kanvas celebrate Indra, the mighty, the generous, the protector and bestower of all blessings, inviting his presence and favor to sustain them in all their endeavors.