Indra, the mighty and much-praised, stands as the upholder of heaven and earth, possessing strength beyond compare. By his power, he split the mountains and released the life-giving waters, shaping the world with his might. As king, Indra alone rules supreme, famed for his guidance and victorious in battle, slaying the foes and ensuring the triumph of his devotees. The exhilaration that surges within Indra is celebrated by all—the thunderer whose radiance and glory create worlds and whose victorious energy shines forth. It was with this very might that Indra discovered the lights for Ayu and Manu, delighting in the sacred offerings laid out upon the holy grass. And so, even today, thoughtful singers praise what has always been praised: the victorious waters, the wives of the mighty one, are invoked day by day. All power, strength, and wisdom belong to Indra. His mind sharpens the desirable thunderbolt, and the very sky and earth increase his manliness and fame, while the waters and mountains urge him on to ever-greater deeds. Even Vishnu of the vast abode, Mitra, and Varuna join in praising Indra, and his hosts rejoice along with the Maruts. Indra, bull among people, was born most mighty, assuming all lordships together. He alone accomplishes what others cannot—no one but Indra achieves greater deeds. Whenever those who compose hymns call upon him for help, Indra brings light to his people, ensuring victory and prosperity. May all forms of greatness enter our dwelling, and may Indra, lord of might, be gladdened for our victory. With fresh songs, the singer continues to praise Indra, king of peoples, manly hero, and most mighty. All hymns and worthy praises flow to him, just as rivers flow into the sea. He is summoned with excellent praise as the eldest king, the mighty giver of prizes to his companions. Indra’s deep and unfailing exhilarations are ever fresh, full of joy and bounty. In the kindled fires and chosen places, those seeking victory call upon Indra with their words, and the youthful and the peoples approach him through their deeds, for he is the maker of wide space. Indra is the priestly power, the seer, the much-invoked, great and mighty. He is to be praised and invoked, true in his being and surpassing all, though he is but one. With praise, chants, and songs, all magnify Indra—the leader to wealth, bringer of light in battle, and overcomer of foes. May Indra, who has always protected his devotees, carry them safely across dangers like a boat to well-being. May he grant favor with his gifts and lead all on the path to prosperity, bestowing his goodwill. Come, Indra, for you are truly delighted; drink this Soma prepared for you on your sacred seat. Let your two long-haired steeds, yoked by prayer, bring you swiftly as you listen to our hymns. We, the Soma-pressers, call you with devotion, inviting you to partake of the sweet drink we have prepared. Let the Soma flow over your limbs and bring peace to your heart, as a mother encloses her child, so is this drink enclosed for you. With mighty neck, ample belly, and strong arms, Indra, exhilarated by Soma, slays his foes. He goes forth ahead with strength, lord of all, slayer of Vṛtra, and with his long goad, he grants wealth to the sacrificer. Here is your purified Soma, Indra—come, drink, and be pleased. This offering is for your strength and delight in battle, O Aghaṇḍala. You, whose bull has horns and who drinks from the vessel, place your mind here. Indra, lord of the dwelling, firm pillar, friend of sages, breaker of ancient cities, you are the assembly of the Soma-pressers and the drop itself. Alone, you surpass many in the quest for cows at the sacrifice, leading the swift horse to the front to drink Soma. And now, let mortals seek the favor of the Adityas, whose blessing is unique and supreme.