Indra, mighty breaker of citadels, Purandara, where have you gone—where are you now? Your mind wanders everywhere, restless in battle. Yet, we call you back, inviting you to join us in singing the sacred Gāyatrī. For you, the wielder of the thunderbolt, we have poured out the Soma; at today’s pressing, bring forth the freshly pressed drink. Your fame shines brightly, adorned upon you. You are the king of peoples, riding unwearied in your chariot, overcoming all hosts in battle. I praise you as the greatest, the slayer of Vṛtra. Indra, from whom we fear, make us fearless, O bountiful one. Take delight in our offerings and scatter our foes, destroy our enemies for us. O Lord of the dwelling, firm pillar of the Soma rites, breaker of ancient cities, you are the eternal friend of the sages. And you, O Sun, great Aditya, your might and greatness are unsurpassed, most excellent among the great. By your power, O god, you are truly great. Indra, horseman and charioteer of beautiful form, rich in cattle, when your friend, sharing in strength and vigor, joins you, he approaches the assembly shining. Even if you had a hundred heavens and a hundred earths, O thunderbolt-wielder, not a thousand Suns nor both these worlds together could equal your greatness. Whenever you are invoked, Indra, in the east, west, north, or south by men, among many peoples you are famed as the helper and Turvaśa’s support. Who among mortals dares to challenge you, O wealthy one? Your faith, O bountiful, is established in the highest heaven, and the champion seeks victory through you. Indra and Agni, the foot came from the ancient footed ones; having cast off the head, it seized with the tongue, advancing thirty steps by night. Indra, come nearer, approach us with friendly thoughts and aids. Bring us your most auspicious blessings and powers. 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, listen to us if you are near. Press Soma for Indra, the thunderbolt-wielder, the drinker of Soma; cook the offerings for help, prepare the food, filling us with delight and joy. The universal helper, wise Indra, we call upon you. O thousand-powered, mighty strength, lord of the good, be our strength in battles. Grant us, day and night, the best directions with your powers. May your favor never fail us; may we never lack your grace at any time. When 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 your two bays, golden Indra, thunderbolt-wielder, golden one. Indra, listen to our words, come near to this speech; generous one, eager for Soma, let the most mighty come with wisdom to the pressing. For you, O stone-splitter, nothing is given away for a distant price—not for a thousand, not for ten thousand, O thunderer, not for a hundred, O bestower of hundreds. You are the wealth, Indra, of my father and brother who partakes; my mother too you shelter, O treasure-lord, for the sake of wealth and favor. The fourth, the first portion, these pressed Somas are for you, Indra, with curds and clarified butter; come for that exhilaration, O thunder-handed, to drink with your two bays, come to the home. These Somas, O Indra, are for your exhilaration, famous and praised; having drunk the sweetness, hear our songs, accept our praise, O singer-loving one. Today I call to you, Indra, the ever-yielding cow, Gayatri-metered, well-yielding, abundant in nourishment, adorned, for food. No great rocks, Indra, can restrain your might; whatever you desire for the praiser, no withholder can diminish your wealth. Who knows with what pressed Soma you drink, whom the wise one has set, who, delighting, shatters the forts with his might, the sharp one, with exhilarating drink? Indra, shake off lawlessness from the assembly; seat our most desired Soma, O generous one, for the sake of wealth, on the sacred grass. May Tvaṣṭṛ, divine speech, Parjanya, and Bṛhaspati protect us; may Aditi with sons and brothers guard us and save us from difficult, harmful speech. Indra, when will you be our companion, when will you be with the worshipper? Let the generous one come near, let your gift, O god, be sought again. Yoke your two bays, O slayer of Vṛtra, Indra, from afar; come near, generous one, for the drinking of Soma, mighty one, come with the singers. Today these men have filled you, thunderer, with offerings; Indra, bearer of praise, listen here, come to your own sister with favor. Now dawn has appeared, the shining daughter of heaven; she chooses the great waters with her sight, the fair one makes darkness into light. These dawns in heaven call to you, O Aśvins; I too call you for help, lords of power, for you move from clan to clan. Who, O Aśvins, is heated, which god or mortal, whom you two strike with your might, or who, guided by you, passes the night unharmed? This, your sweetest Soma, pressed among the dawns, O Aśvins, drink it beyond the day, bestow treasures on the worshipper. Now I, ever seeking, implore you for the draught of Soma—like a bowstring for the arrow, or a beast for the hunt, you have not failed in the offerings; who would not seek the Lord’s favor? O Adhvaryu, press out the Soma, for Indra thirsts; now indeed the mighty one has yoked his two bay steeds and the slayer of Vṛtra has come near. You have always been the stronger, Indra, among the lesser; generous one, you have become renowned in every contest, and in every battle you are worthy of the offering. As far as you, Indra, have power, so far may I have mastery; you bestow favor on the singer—granting wealth, never misfortune.