To you, Indra, vast in shelter and strength, the people call with their offerings, seeking your aid as they pour the sacred drops. In the valleys nestled among the mountains, and where mighty rivers meet, an inspired sage was born—born of insight, awakened to the mysteries. From these heights, from the very summit, the wise one gazes down upon the ocean, watching the restless movement of the flowing waters below. From ancient seed, the seers behold the light of day, even as the one beyond strives through the hours of daylight. The Kaṇvas, O Indra, ever increase your wisdom with their devotion; all who honor you add to your might and virility, O most powerful one. Accept, Indra, this good praise of mine—protect me well and grant me greater wisdom. We, O wielder of the thunderbolt, have grown in our devotion to you; the sages have woven hymns to sustain life itself. The Kaṇvas have poured forth their fervor like descending streams, their inspired thoughts ever reaching out to you, Indra. Their praises swell as rivers rising to meet the ocean, and your wrath, O Indra, remains unmatched and ageless. Come to us from afar, Indra, drawn by your two beloved steeds; drink of this pressed Soma we have prepared. You, slayer of Vṛtra, are called by those who spread the sacred grass, that they may win strength and prize by your favor. Heaven and earth themselves follow you, as the wheel follows its axle, and the flowing Somas pursue you in their devotion. Be pleased, Indra, with the sweet Soma at Śaryaṇāvata; rejoice in the thought of Vivasvat. The mighty thunderer, grown strong, roared aloud in the sky—the slayer of Vṛtra, foremost among Soma-drinkers. The sage, born first, is lord by his power; and you, Indra, are ever eager for wealth. For you, our pressed Somas are brought forth, offerings with woven backs—let a hundred horses carry them to you. This ancient thought, rich with honeyed ghee, the Kaṇvas have increased with their hymns. In the contests of the mighty, let mortals choose Indra; let all seek Indra for help. Your two horses, praised by Priyamedha and lauded by many, bring you near to partake of Soma. Tirindira has given a hundred, a thousand, and many rewards to the Yadus. Three hundred horses, a thousand, and ten cows have been given to Pajra for his song. Kakuha has raised up four-yoked camels to heaven and, with fame, given them to the Yadu people. When the priest recited the hymn in the Triṣṭubh meter for the Maruts, you, O shining Maruts, reigned over the mountains. When you, powerful ones, set out together, the mountains themselves bowed before you. The nourishing cows, daughters of Prishni, rise with the winds, pouring forth rich sustenance. The Maruts shed rain, making mountains tremble as they move with the rushing winds. If the mountains yield for your coming, if the rivers part for your path, they have submitted to your great might. By night and by day, we call upon you for help; at every sacrifice, we invoke you. Those shining ones, with ruddy waters, rise with their teams—the nourishing cows ascending to the seat of heaven. With your power, you send forth rays, opening a path for the sun to travel; you have stood firm with your beams. O Maruts, accept this song of mine, this praise, O enjoyers of offerings; accept my invocation. The Prishnis have milked three streams of sweetness for the wielder of the bolt: the well, the hollow, the flowing spring. Maruts, when we invoke you from heaven, bringing your favor, come to us here. For you are truly generous, O Rudras, enjoyers of offerings in the home, wise in exhilaration. May you, Maruts, send us wealth from heaven—abundant, all-sustaining, and flowing with delight. When you, bright ones, hasten along the course of the mountains, rejoice with the pressed Soma juices. Even for this alone, mortals may seek your favor, with hymns that cannot be assailed. Like shining drops, you fill the two worlds with rain, ever drawing from the inexhaustible spring. You rise with your sounds, with your chariots, with the winds, and with songs—O daughters of Prishni. By this power, you protected Turvasha and Yadu, and Kanva, the seeker of wealth. May we, too, receive such wealth as you bestow.