The hymns rise up, sweet as honey, like victorious chariots ever rolling onward, bringing wealth to the one who wins the prize. As a thirsty bull seeks water, so Indra is invoked to come among us, to join in friendship and honor our ancestors—let him join the Kanvas and partake in the drink with us. Indra, Lord of Strength, with all your aids, may we journey alongside you, renowned one, as we do with Bhaga, for you know where true wealth resides. Bring us the power that conquers adversaries, O Maghavan, for the singer and for those who offer with sacred grass to you, the radiant one. Let us sing a hymn worthy of Mitra, noble Aryaman, Varuna of steadfast laws, and all the royal ones—a song of praise among kings. Indra, to you the ancient drinkers have sung together; the Ribhus, united, have chanted your praises, and the Rudras extol your ancient might. Maruts, sing your praise to mighty Indra; let your hymn resound. The slayer of Vṛtra, possessed of a hundred powers, strikes down foes with his hundred-jointed thunderbolt. Sing loudly to great Indra, O Maruts, the most powerful slayer of Vṛtra, by whom the gods, lovers of truth, awakened the light for the god. Indra, grant us wisdom as a father gives to his sons; teach us, O much-invoked one, so that in this dwelling we may attain the living light. Do not turn away from us, Indra; be with us at the shared feast. You are our aid and refuge—do not turn away from us. We, the singers, sit around you, O Vṛtra-slayer, with pressed Soma, as waters surround the sacred grass at the outpourings of the purifier. Whatever strength you possess among the descendants of Nahusha, or manliness among peoples, or glory among the five tribes, bring that to us; grant us all heroic powers together. Truly, you are a bull; with bull's might you are our protector. Mighty one, you hear us from afar and from near, your renown reaches everywhere. Whatever you do, O Vṛtra-slayer, whether far or near, the singers call upon you with hymns and with the pressing of Soma. Sing with your voices in the intoxications to you, the heroic, the great, the wise Indra, whose name is to be heard, the generous one, as is fitting. Indra, grant a threefold shelter, a triple protection for well-being; give cover to the generous and to me, and drive away these lightnings. All the treasures of Indra, as if gazing at the sun, are to be enjoyed; born in strength, we have obtained our share as with Bhaga. No god, no mortal, attains that wealth; not even one who lives long. Even the swiftest, even the eager, Indra alone has yoked his two bays. May Indra be adorned with all offerings in every battle; come to the hymns and libations, O Vṛtra-slayer, with the highest praise. Your lowest wealth is yours, Indra; you foster the middle; altogether you rule over the highest of all; none withholds the cows from you. Where now, and where have you gone? For your mind is everywhere. You have wandered in battle, breaker of citadels, Purandara; come, let us sing the Gāyatrī for you. We have poured out this Soma for the wielder of the thunderbolt; therefore, today at the pressing, bring forth the pressed Soma. Surely, you are adorned with fame. He who is king of peoples, who rides in chariots, unwearied, who overcomes all hosts in battle, whom I praise as the greatest, the slayer of Vṛtra. From whom, O Indra, we are afraid, from him make us fearless, O bountiful one. Take delight in this for your help; scatter our foes, destroy our enemies. O Lord of the dwelling, firm pillar of the Soma rites, breaker of ancient cities, Indra is the eternal friend of the sages. You are great, O Sun, great Aditya, mighty one. Your greatness, being of the great, is most excellent. By your might, O god, you are great. He who is horseman, charioteer, of beautiful form, rich in cattle—when, O Indra, your friend, sharing in strength, always joins with vigor, he approaches the assembly shining. If, Indra, you had a hundred heavens, a hundred earths, even then, O wielder of the thunderbolt, not a thousand Suns would equal you, nor both these worlds together. When, Indra, you are invoked to the east, west, north, or south by men, then among many peoples you are famed as the helper, Turvaśa's support. Who, O Indra, among mortals, dares to challenge you, O wealthy one? For your faith, O bountiful, is established in the highest heaven. The champion seeks victory. Indra and Agni, the foot came from the ancient footed ones; having cast off the head, it seized with the tongue; in thirty steps it advanced by night. Indra, come nearer, approach with friendly thoughts and aids. With blessings, with most auspicious blessings, with your own powers, come with your own powers. From here, may your aid be ageless, the foremost leader, unopposed, swift conqueror, impeller, charioteer, unwearied, increaser of strength for Tugra. Let not your worshippers or others turn away from us; whether from afar or from the assembly, do not withdraw. Come here, listen to us if you are near. Press Soma for the drinker of Soma, for Indra, the wielder of the thunderbolt. Cook the offerings for help; make ready the food, filling with delight, filling with joy. He who is the universal helper, the wise Indra—we call upon him. O thousand-powered, mighty strength, lord of the good, be our strength in battles. With your powers, grant us, day and night, the best directions. May your favor never fail us; may our lack of favor never come, not at any time. Whenever the mortal singer grows old for the gracious one, let him praise Varuṇa with wise speech, the upholder of those who have turned away. Protect the cows and the exhilarating drink, O Indra, guest at the sacred feast, united with the two bays, golden Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, golden one. Indra, listen to both our words, come near to this speech; the generous one, eager for Soma, let the most mighty come with wisdom to the pressing.