The sages and people, gathering to spread the sacred grass for their rituals, call upon Indra, the mighty slayer of Vṛtra, seeking his strength and blessings to win great prizes. Indra’s presence is so powerful that both heaven and earth follow him, just as a wheel follows its axle, and the flowing Somas pursue him, eager to be drunk by the lord of thunder. At Śaryaṇāvata, the sweet Soma is offered to Indra, who delights in its taste and rejoices in the thought of Vivasvat. The thunderer, grown strong, roars aloud in the sky, his might resounding as he drinks the Soma, standing foremost among all. Indra, the sage born first and lord by his power, is ever eager for wealth and the gifts that come with devotion. For him, the pressed Somas, adorned with woven backs, are brought forth as offerings; let a hundred horses carry these gifts to please him. The Kanvas, with their ancient thought rich in honeyed ghee, have increased their hymn, making it ever more potent. Mortals choose Indra in the contests of the mighty, seeking his help and favor. Indra’s two horses, praised by Priyamedha and lauded by many, bring him near for the drinking of Soma. Tirindira has given hundreds and thousands of rewards to the Yadus. Three hundred horses, a thousand, and ten cows have been bestowed upon Pajra for his song. Kakuha has raised up four-yoked camels to heaven and given them, with fame, to the Yadu people. When the priest recited the hymn in Triṣṭubh meter for the Maruts, Indra reigned over the mountains. The Maruts, shining and powerful, set out together, and the mountains bowed down before them. The nourishing cows, daughters of Prishni, rise up with the winds and pour forth rich sustenance. The Maruts shed rain and make the mountains tremble as they move with the winds. If the mountains yield for their coming and the rivers part for their path, it is because they have submitted to the Maruts’ great might. People call upon the Maruts at night for help, invoke them by day, and seek them at every sacrifice. The shining Maruts, with ruddy waters, rise up with their teams, and the nourishing cows take their place upon the seat of heaven. With their power, the Maruts send forth rays, opening a path for the sun to travel, standing firm with their beams. The Maruts are invited to accept the song and praise, to enjoy the offerings and the invocation. The Prishnis have milked three streams of sweetness for the wielder of the bolt: the well, the hollow, and the flowing spring. When the Maruts are invoked from heaven, they bring favor and come to those who call. The Maruts, truly generous and wise, enjoy offerings in the home and the exhilaration of devotion. May they send wealth from heaven, abundant and all-sustaining, flowing with delight. When the bright Maruts hasten along the course of the mountains, they rejoice with the pressed Soma juices. Even for this alone, mortals may seek their favor with unassailable hymns. Like shining drops, the Maruts fill the two worlds with rain, ever drawing forth the inexhaustible spring. They rise up with their sounds, their chariots, their winds, and their songs, the daughters of Prishni. By their power, Turvasha and Yadu were protected, and Kanva, the seeker of wealth, was blessed. May we too obtain the wealth of such generous ones. The nourishing gifts of the Maruts, like ghee, increase with the hymns of Kanva. Where now do these generous ones rejoice, those who delight in the strewn grass? Which priest worships them? Never before have they, with hymns and strewn grass, roused the hosts of truth. Together, the great waters, the earths, the sun, and the joints have placed the thunderbolt. The joints have gone forth against Vṛtra, the unyielding mountains have moved, performing the heroic deed of the mighty one. Following Trita as he fought, they gained his strength and wisdom, and followed Indra in the slaying of Vṛtra. The Maruts, flashing and golden-crested, swift with lightning in their hands, revealed their shining forms for glory. When Ushanas, from a distance, sought the opening of the bull, heaven did not tremble in fear. The gods are called to the distribution of the feast, arriving with horses whose hands are golden. When the spotted ones in the chariot are drawn by the red leader, the shining Maruts go forth, cleaving the waters, their brilliance and power evident to all.