By his mighty power, the strong and radiant eagle, ever heroic and steadfast, perceives truth as his nourishment. His wealth is never in vain, for he is both a conqueror and a generous giver. With these qualities, he bestows manly strength and heroic deeds—the very powers with which the wielder of the thunderbolt poured forth his might to slay Vṛtra. From that great act, the gods themselves were born, each distinct from the act itself. Now, Soma has been pressed, and the Maruts rejoice in drinking it, as do the radiant Ashvins. Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna also partake of the pure Soma, each receiving their share from the threefold vessel. Indra, too, delights in the rich Soma, enjoying it like a priest at dawn, savoring its pleasure. O Surya, you are great among the great, the mighty Aditya. Your greatness stands supreme, your vastness marking you as truly the foremost of all. By your fame and power, O god, you are exalted; as Asurya, the priest and all-pervading light, you are unassailable. Come to us, O lord of delights, with your steeds to the pressed Soma; come, O Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, wise and hundred-powered, with your swift horses to the Soma. For you, O protector of the Somas, we call—come with your steeds to the sacred offering. Offer to the great, the ever-increasing, the wise—create good favor, and let the ancient peoples advance, guided by the leaders of men. To the broad-minded and mighty, the sages raise beautiful praise for Indra, for the wise never stray from his commands. Through these hymns, Indra, unconquerable in spirit and king among kings, is placed in companionship with his peers, the tawny-horsed one united with the sacrificial grass. O Indra, as far as your reach extends, may I too be master; I entrust the singer to your care, seeking gifts, not harm. I wish to learn, O generous one, to honor you day by day, wherever I may wander, for apart from you, Maghavan, there is no other source of wealth—not even a father. Hear the call of the one who pours, O mountain-dweller; perceive the thoughts of the inspired one who chants. Grant us your favor, so we may be united with you. I do not reject your words, O mighty one, nor the praise of the powerful Asura. I always proclaim your name and glory. Among men, you have many offerings; many inspired ones invoke you. Do not let us be deprived of your favor, O Maghavan. Raise a shout for Indra, foremost in battle, even from afar. In every gathering and contest, O Vṛtra-slayer, remember us when called. May the bows of our foes be broken on the battlefield. You, Indra, released the rivers, struck down the lowly, and shattered the frost. Ever unconquered, you were born for victory and grant all desirable things. We embrace you—let the bows of others be broken in battle. Let all hostile powers be scattered far, as enemies vanish, and may our thoughts remain unwavering. Indra, bring destruction to those who seek to harm us. May your generous gift surpass all others; may your bowstring be drawn on the field of battle. May the praiser, endowed with wealth, prosper through you, O bountiful one; come swiftly, Indra, to the pressed Soma. Neither the hymn nor the wealth escapes your notice, nor the songs sung, O Indra. Do not let us fall into weakness or deliver us to others; grant us strength through your powers. Indra, come with your steeds to the praise of Kanva; ascend to the heaven of the commander, to the heaven where you dwell by day. There, the wheels of chariots do not break, nor are they shaken by wolves; ascend to that heaven, O lord. Let the stone call out to you, O Soma-drinker, let it speak with sound; ascend to the heaven where you dwell by day. Flow, O Soma, delighting Indra, sweetest with honey. These pressed juices, full of wisdom and brightness, have flowed to Vayu. They have streamed forth for the gods’ favor, racing like chariots. I honor Agni as the Hotar, the generous, the son of strength, the all-knower and inspired one. He stands upright, self-ordained, a god worthy of worship, following the stream of ghee with his bright flames, accepting the clarified butter. We call upon you, Agni, most fit for sacrifice, greatest of the Angirases, with our thoughts and those of the inspired. Like the sky encompassing all, you are the Hotar of peoples, with shining hair, the mighty one whom clans support for guidance. With great strength, Agni shines resplendent, free from deceit—like a flawless axe. Even what is firmly fixed in his assembly, he hears as though in a distant forest, and, enduring, he measures and leads, unconquered in battle. O Agni, your fame and vigor are ever new and great; your radiant flames shine forth, O brilliant one. With your might, you grant the praiseworthy prize to the worshiper, O sage. Radiant and pure, never lacking in light, you rise with your beam; as a son moving between mother and father, you fill both worlds. O Jātavedas, offspring of strength, rejoice in our well-wishes; established by our thoughts, you have received great and wondrous riches. Shining Agni, manifest yourself among beings; grant us, O immortal, wealth. You shine with visible form, filling us with the power of insight. You are the maker of sacrifice, wise and sustaining generous gifts; you bestow abundant food, enduring wealth, and fortunate bounty. The people of old placed you, Agni, the all-seeing bull, in harmony for favor. With their voices, they set you, most renowned and widely praised, the divine one, through all human ages. O Agni, with your help and heroic strength, one crosses over with deeds of valor; you have fostered friendship with the devotee.