In the grand expanse of the heavens, where the celestial chariots gleam and the strong-handed gather, there stands Indra, the mighty lord of light. He is poised upon his chariot, surrounded by those who offer the gifts of Sharyata, their hearts filled with reverence as they present the well-pressed Soma for his delight. As he savors this divine nectar, Indra ascends to the undiminished glory of the heavens, his spirit buoyed by the offerings of his devotees. The young one, a precious gift, has been entrusted to Kakshivat, the great speaker, and Indra, wise and discerning, remains unfooled by the deceit of Vrishanashva. Each act of the Soma pressings is a testament to his power, destined to be sung and celebrated. The hymn, crafted with care, is poured forth like a sacred post at the sacrifice, honoring Indra, who is yoked with horses, cows, chariots, and wealth—the leader who brings prosperity to the rites of devotion. With heartfelt reverence, the assembly praises the Bull, the lord of light, whose strength is unwavering and whose power is vast. In this sacred gathering, they seek the protection of Indra, alongside their heroes and generous patrons, yearning for his divine guidance. Let splendid hymns arise, calling upon the ram, the knower of light, who brings together a hundred strong ones in joyous unity. Like a swift horse, a prize-winning chariot, they turn to Indra with well-spoken words, seeking his mighty assistance. Indra, unshaken like a mountain, with a thousand powers, has grown in strength through his glorious deeds. When he vanquished Vṛtra, the serpent who covered the rivers, he released the waters, exulting in the Soma, his spirit uplifted. Indra, the greatest defender in battle, shines with exhilaration and wisdom. He is the one whom the heavens fill with their riches, as the streams stand firm in the wake of his might, which is unwearied and ever-present. The waters rush forth at his command, as if cascading down a steep slope, when he, armed with the thunderbolt and emboldened by the Soma, breaks the barriers of Vala, echoing the feats of Trita. His radiance envelops the world with warmth, eager for battle, as he conquers the waters and strikes down the thunder with his formidable might. The very sky trembles at the roar of his thunder, and the earth, with its ten arms stretched wide, witnesses the manifestation of his renowned power. Indra crosses the farthest reaches of the atmosphere, measuring the earth with his strength, encompassing the waters and the sun, and reaching the heavens above. He is the measure of the earth, the lord of the lofty and mighty realms, unmatched in greatness. Neither heaven nor earth can contain the limits of his might, nor can the rivers reach the end of his power. Alone, he accomplishes all among men. In the heat of battle, the Maruts shout with joy, and all the gods rejoice alongside Indra, the leader of men, as he strikes down the retreat of Vṛtra with his blazing weapon. Now, let us raise our voices in praise for the great Indra, who resides in the house of the Sun. Even now, treasures await discovery, as those who seek find wealth. The horse and cow may be distant, and barley may lie far away, yet we learn to honor the friend who desires not for himself, but for the greater good. Like a strong woman, radiant and powerful, Indra’s wealth is ever-watchful, and we gather to bring it forth, overcoming obstacles, ensuring that the desires of the singers are fulfilled. Together with Indra, may we attain the prize, alongside the goddess who bears strength, the heroic, cow-rich, horse-bearing one. The exhilarations and strengths that have delighted him are those Somas that aided him in the slaying of Vṛtra. With boldness, he approaches battle, having destroyed cities with his might. Indra, with worthy friendship at the borders, struck down the crafty Namuci and vanquished the foes that threatened peace. He shattered the fortresses of Vaṅgṛdas and drove away the defenders, aiding the sons of Janarāja—twice ten—with his divine prowess, striking down sixty thousand and ninety-nine with the wheel of his chariot. He extended his protection to Suśravas, Tūrvayāṇa, and the great youthful king, granting them victory in their endeavors. Indra’s friends, the divine guardians, are most auspicious, and we shall praise him. With Indra as our ally, we aspire to a long and prosperous life. O generous one, do not abandon us in our contest; your might knows no bounds. The rivers roar, and the forests resound, as if the earth trembles in fear. Sing praises to Śakra, the mighty and powerful, elevating Indra who hears our hymns. With boldness and strength, he subdues both worlds, harnessing his chariot like a true hero. Let us magnify him with strong voices, for he is the widely famed Asura who built fortresses and shattered the snares of the cunning. Indra, the hundred-powered, aided the noble Turvaśa, Yadu, and others, breaking down ninety-nine fortresses that stood in their way. He is the king, the lord of the good, who listens to the supplicant and responds to those who praise him with hymns for wealth. Unmatched is his power, unmatched his thought; let those who support him be Soma-drinkers and helpers, increasing his ancient might. These abundant cups, filled from the mountain, are offered to you, Indra, to drink. Satisfy your desire and turn your mind to granting wealth. The mountain stood in the hollow of darkness, within the belly of the serpent, and with force, Indra split the rivers, causing the streams to rush forth, flowing freely down, a testament to his enduring strength and divine grace.