Indra, the mighty one, stands as a friend to all—noble and humble, ally and adversary alike. Whether among the Arya or among the fierce, wealth is won for him, transcending boundaries of kinship and enmity. Swiftly, inspired sages pour forth their honey-sweet, ghee-laden hymns; through their devotion, abundance and strength flow to them, and the Soma-draughts are pressed in Indra’s honor. As in ancient times, when Śakra, the mighty Indra, drank the pressed Soma with Manu, son of Vivasvat, and rejoiced in hymns with Trita, so too has he been gladdened by the offerings of Pṛṣadhra, Medhya, and Mātariśvan. With Daśaśipra, Daśoṇya, and Syūmaraśmi, Indra delighted in the sacred drink, ever straight in his ways. He who alone composed the hymns, who drank the Soma with boldness, was honored by Viṣṇu striding out the three great steps in accordance with the law of Mitra. For those whose praises please Indra, the mighty one, in the contests for prizes, the worshippers offer him like a bountiful cow, seeking fame and favor. Indra, the great and mighty Maghavan, is both giver and father, lordly and much-invoked. To those whom he favors, he grants the wealth of cows and horses, increasing their prosperity. The generous Indra, lord of treasures and a hundred powers, is invoked by all who desire riches. The worshippers call upon Aditya, asking when he will release them and protect both their births, praying that his immortal power, established in heaven, stand firm at the fourth offering. When Indra, generous and singer of praises, bestows his favor, he teaches and instructs the worshipper. The Kanvas call out with their songs and praise, asking Indra to hear them. Ancient hymns are recited for Indra, filled with great and truthful praise, as the thoughts of the singers flow forth. Indra, in his might, shakes forth abundant wealth, uniting earth and sun; the bright, pure, and strong ones—the heads of cattle and the Somas—gladden him. Indra is invoked as supreme among the generous, foremost among the mighty, best of benefactors, knower of cattle, and lord of wealth. He who increased the lives of Kutsa, Atithigva, and others is called upon as the tamer of horses and possessor of a hundred powers. Let the flowing streams pour forth the essence of sweetness for the worshippers, whether pressed far or near—the Soma drops that bring delight. Indra is asked to destroy all hatreds and drive them away, so that all treasures may come to his devotees. Among the chosen, the exhilarating portions are found where Indra delights in Soma. The worshippers invite Indra to draw near with friendly thoughts and aids, with all that is auspicious, helpful, and restful. They pray to be made victorious, to gain offspring and wealth, and for their strength to be purified by Indra’s powers. They seek to stand nearest to his help in battle, striving to win his favor with offerings and invocations. Eager for strength, the devotee approaches the contest with praise, seeking Indra, tamer of darkness and horses, foremost among the eager. Indra’s heroic deeds are celebrated by poets, who honor him, the bringer of strength, with clarified butter and thoughts of old. Indra is honored for help and good deeds, delighting in the pressings, as he was joyful with Samvarana and with Krisha; so too is he invited to delight in his worshippers. May all the gods come together for aid—the Vasus, Rudras, and Maruts, may they hear the call. Pūṣan, Viṣṇu, and Sarasvatī, the seven rivers, the waters, the wind, the mountains, the lord of the forest, and the earth are all invoked to attend and hear. Indra is asked to remember his devotees in the assembly with his wealth, and Bhaga, the giver, is asked to increase their share for giving. Indra, lord of the contest and of men, is called to lead to strength and to hear the striving offerings and invocations. Noble blessings exist in Indra for the life of people; the generous one is asked to grant them, pouring forth nourishing food for the worshipper. The devotees offer praise to Indra, the thunderbolt-wielder, asking for great, abundant, and splendid wealth, and for Praskanva to be gladdened by it. Indra’s many heroic deeds are proclaimed, and his wealth stands against the enemy. A hundred white bulls shine in the sky like stars, their greatness undiminished, not pressing down the heavens. There are a hundred reeds, a hundred dogs, a hundred worn-out hides, a hundred tufts of wool, and four hundred reddish ones. The Kanva descendants are blessed, moving from youth to youth, and their horses do not tire. From the seven, the fame of the abundant one is praised. Even those with dust-covered paths are not lost by sight. Indra’s wealth, like the vast strength of the sky, stands undiminished against the enemy. Ten thousand riches for Pūtakratu, ten thousand for the enemy—yet the perpetual riches remain unharmed. A hundred asses, a hundred wool-bearers, a hundred slaves, and many garlands—these are counted among the treasures. There, for Pūtakratu, life is breathed clearly among the horses and the herds. Agni, the wise and quick, carrier of offerings, is well yoked to the chariot. With pure flame, Agni shines brightly, and the great sun shines in the sky. The gods, with ancient resolve and strength, come with their swift chariot, worthy of worship. The Nasatyas, Ashvins, are invited to drink at the third pressing, along with the three and eleven gods who appear before the truth. The worshippers offer sacrifice and pressing, inviting the shining Ashvins to partake of the Soma. Thus, with reverent hearts and voices raised in praise, the worshippers honor Indra and the gods, seeking their blessings, strength, and abundance, and inviting them to partake of the sacred offerings.