Indra, the mighty sovereign and first giver of riches, stands at the heart of our praise. We choose him as our ally, for he is the champion of the powerful son, endowed with immense strength. Indra, lover of song, receives hymns composed for him—wondrous and unsurpassed. With his tawny steeds, he accepts these offerings prepared with devotion. Steadfast and generous, Indra never turns away from his worshippers. He has destroyed countless Vṛtras, and so, with thunderbolt in hand, he is called upon to grant wealth to those who honor him. Renowned as the lord of might and swift in action, Indra alone upholds the peoples and strikes down all Vṛtras without resistance. Now, as wise lord, Indra is sought as the portion of wealth, like a share to be received. His great protection, broad as a covering, is invoked to reach his devotees, so that his favor may descend upon them. A maiden, skilled in her task, finds the well-filtered Soma and brings it to the sacred setting place, declaring her intent: she presses the Soma for Indra, for Śakra. The young hero, radiant, moves from house to house—he is invited to drink the Soma, pressed with barley, mixed with curds and cakes, accompanied by hymns. The Soma is tended and cherished, encouraged to flow gently for Indra, step by step. In the midst of these offerings, the question arises: who knows, who acts, who brings wealth? With Indra, the faithful aspire to overcome those who hate them. Indra is called upon to cause the three realms to grow, to place the head of the adversary below, and to grant blessings to the worshipper. Even the field that does not accept the devotee’s body, and the head that belongs to the adversary, are transformed—all are made hairy. In the sky of the chariot, the axle, and the yoke, Indra of a hundred powers purifies Apālā thrice, granting her skin that shines like the sun. All are urged to sing forth to Indra for the protection of the Soma. He is praised as the all-powerful, the most mighty among peoples. Indra is invoked, much-invoked and much-praised, famed of old in song. He is the great giver of prizes, the leader of heroes, who by his might subdues foes. From the pressed Soma, Indra drinks—the wise, skillful, and generous one, Indra with the barley beard. The Soma is his nourishment; it is fitting for him. Having drunk this exhilarating Soma, Indra, by divine strength, becomes lord over all the worlds. Indra is invoked as the subduer of hosts, summoned with songs to stir up help. Unconquered, unshaken, drinker of Soma, Indra is a man of unfailing resolve. He is asked to grant wealth, knowing the praise of his devotees, and to protect them in further treasures. Indra is entreated to come with a hundredfold prize, with food, with a thousandfold prize. With the wise and the swift, wielding the thunderbolt, Indra is called upon to help win battles for the wealth of cows. He is praised in hymns, as cows are praised for pasture. All mortal desires are brought to Indra of a hundred powers, the thunderer, for protection. In him, the desires of the victorious are fulfilled; none surpasses Indra. Indra, the bull, is asked to grant wisdom with his most eager and fierce impelling, O Purandhi. His most glorious exhilaration is invoked, so that he may be exhilarated again and again. The exhilarating draught of Soma, famed for brilliance, powerful in slaying Vṛtra and abundant in strength, is known to Indra, the stone-armed, the true Soma-drinker, accepted among all peoples. Songs resound around the pressed Soma for Indra, the one who delights; poets praise him with hymns. In him dwell all glories and the seven gatherings, and upon that Soma, Indra is called to the offering. The gods sought the mindful one among the Trikadrukas and prepared the sacrifice; the songs magnify Indra. To Indra, the drops of Soma come as rivers into the sea; none surpasses him. He reveals, by his greatness, the food of Soma for the wakeful, that which fills his belly. The Soma is fitting for Indra’s belly, for the slayer of Vṛtra; the drops are fitting for his abodes. It is fitting for the horse, for the cow, and for Indra’s abode. Indra is adorned in the pressings, in the Somas; the gift is fitting for him, the mighty one. Even from afar, the songs reach the stone-armed Indra; the devotees seek to come fittingly to him. For thus he is valiant, a hero, steadfast, and generous in mind. This is the story of Indra, the mighty, the protector, the drinker of Soma, the generous lord who is ever invoked and praised, whose favor and strength are sought by all.