Indra, the mighty lord, revealed his strength by stretching out the expanse of Arbuda, raising its lofty heights for all to behold. In admiration of his renowned power—bold and swift as the summit of a mountain—the singers call upon him for gracious aid, invoking the well-yoked hero to descend. Indra, delighting in the Soma draughts, breaks open the pens of bulls and horses, shattering fortresses as easily as he releases the animals, demonstrating his heroic might. If Indra is pleased by the pressed Soma or by the hymns of his devotees, and sets his mind upon them, he is invited to come near, bestowing his favor. The singers declare themselves his faithful bards—Indra, the lover of song and drinker of Soma, is entreated to make them victorious. They ask him to bring, rejoicing, a portion of his unfailing nourishment, for Indra is bountiful and possesses great wealth. The prayers continue: grant us cattle, gold, and horses; unite us in strength through your generous gifts. The assembly calls upon Bṛhaduktha, swift in action and ever helpful, for aid. This powerful one, whose might is true even among the gathering, is the slayer of Vṛtra and bestows wealth upon the singers. May Śakra himself, Indra with all his companions, bring abundant gifts. He is the great protector of riches, sure helper, and friend of those who press Soma; the singers urge one another to praise this Indra. They praise the mighty, steadfast helper who comes to their aid, famed in battles and lord of great strength. No one restrains Indra’s powers or his generous words; none can match his deeds or his gifts. There is never neglect of the priests’ prayers, nor of those who press Soma; the Soma is never wasted. The singers are urged to declare praiseworthy hymns and perform the sacred rites with what is worthy, so that abundance may come to them, protected by Indra’s strength. Indra, who increases the worshippers, is invited to move freely among the peoples, as the singers have called him. He is asked to drink the pressed Soma, with his own power, and also that which has been pressed with strength, and all that belongs to him. Indra is urged to come with eager spirit to the offering, to drink the Soma prepared for him. He is called to three gatherings, to five peoples; even the cows have cried out to him. As the sun releases its rays, so let the singers’ songs reach Indra, flowing together like waters to a common depth. The officiant pours out Soma for the heroic, tawny-armed one, bringing the pressed Soma for Indra’s drinking. Indra is the one who split the enclosing cloud of waters, released the rivers, and kept the cooked milk among the cows. He slew Vṛtra, the mighty, oceanic archer, and struck down Arbuda with ice. The singers are urged to chant the sacred hymn for this mighty, irresistible, fierce, victorious one. In the intoxication of Soma, Indra surpasses all ordinances, yet remains mindful among the gods. At the feast are his two tawny-haired steeds, bringing the offering at his command. Praised by Priyamedhas, these steeds bring Indra near for the drinking of Soma. The singers, having pressed Soma, gather around Indra like waters around a well-covered altar. At the outpourings of the filter, the slayer of Vṛtra is surrounded by his assembled singers. Men sing to him at the pressing, with one voice and hymns, calling Indra to their home, longing for the pressed Soma, like a bellowing bull returning to the herd. With the Kanvas, Indra sees the bannered, thousand-gifted, tawny-hued leader of men; the singers swiftly seek the one rich in cows. Indra is invited to drink the exhilarating Soma, mixed for him, pressed together with his two bays, accompanied by his thunderbolt and golden chariot. The singers praise Indra, well-lauded and wise, source of thousands and hundreds of gifts, the shatterer of forts. He is bold, unconquered, established among the bearded ones, of manifold splendor, moving by his will, like a bull among cows. They wonder who truly knows Indra, who drinks the pressed Soma, whom the two mothers established. This one, with his strength, shatters fortresses and delights in the foaming Soma. Like a wild beast or elephant, Indra sets his course in many places; none restrain him at the Soma pressing, and with his great power, he moves freely. Fierce, unassailable, steadfast, and prepared for battle, Indra is asked by the singers to hear their prayer and not to go to a woman’s embrace. He is a bull, with the vigor of a bull, unrestrained, hearing from afar and renowned nearby. Indra’s whips, golden goad, chariot, and steeds are all vigorous, and he himself is hundred-powered and vigorous. Let the vigorous streams pour for him; let the vigorous one bring the Soma. The vigorous one has placed vigor in the rivers for Indra, the leader of the steeds. Thus, the singers praise and invoke Indra, recounting his mighty deeds, his generosity, and his unfailing power, offering Soma and hymns so that he may bless them with strength, wealth, and victory.