When the mighty wheel is set in the waters, its sweet drink spreads across the earth, covering it in abundance. Whatever milk is pressed out, he places among the cows and within the plants, ensuring nourishment flows through all creation. Let us call upon Tārkṣya, the prize-winner, driven by the gods, strong and swiftest among charioteers, whose wheel remains unbroken and who is born amid battle, for our welfare. And so I call upon Indra—the protector, the helper, the well-invoked at every call, the mighty and much-invoked. May this offering reach Indra, the generous, the possessor of wealth. Let us worship Indra, whose right hand wields the thunderbolt, who rides the chariot drawn by bay steeds. Let his beard shake upwards as he comes with his hosts, fearless and bestowing gifts. Indra is the slayer of foes, strong and mighty, boundless like a bull with the good thunderbolt, destroyer of Vṛtra, winner of the prize, giver of gifts, generous and truly bountiful. Whoever opposes us—mortal or immortal, whether a host, one who thinks himself strong, swift, or cunning—may we overcome him in battle with Indra’s help, relying on his strength. He is the one whom people call upon in battles, whom they urge in contests, whom the brave invoke in struggles, whom priests call upon at the pressing of the waters for strength—this is Indra. Indra and Parvatī, come with your great chariot, bringing riches. Accept our offerings at the sacrifices, O gods, and grow with our songs, rejoicing in our praise. For Indra, the songs, unrestrained in their creation, have flowed. He set the waters in motion from the ocean’s depths. With his powers, like an axle, he upheld earth and sky on every side. Your friends have chosen you for friendship; you have crossed many wide seas. O descendant of the Father, may the wise one place you in this dwelling, shining far and wide. Who today will yoke the cows of truth to the yoke—swift, shining, hard to restrain? Among them, the bringer of joy has carried the waters, fulfilling their service and granting them life. The singers of the Gāyatrī chant you in the fourth and second parts; the singers of the Arkā hymn you with the Arkā; the priests, O hundred-powered, have raised you up like a banner. All the hymns have magnified Indra, who encompasses the oceans, the foremost charioteer among charioteers, lord of strength, true master, protector. Drink this pressed Soma, O Indra—the greatest, immortal exhilaration. The bright streams of truth have flowed for you at the seat of order. Whatever splendid gift, O Indra, is not here, not yet given by you, O Thunderer, may that favor be granted to us; bring both kinds of wealth here. Hear the call, O Indra, from afar, from him who worships you. Fulfill the desire for heroic sons and abundant wealth, for you are great. Soma has been pressed for you, O Indra, most mighty and bold. Come, let your power be filled, as the sun fills the sky with its rays. Indra, come with your bay steeds to the praise of Kanva; at the command of heaven, come to the heavenly dwelling, O lord of the day. To you the hymns have come, O lover of song, as charioteers to the races; they have gathered around you as cows around a calf, O Indra. Let us now praise Indra, the pure, with pure song and pure hymns, who has grown strong with pure praises; let him rejoice in our pure offerings. He is the bestower of wealth, most bountiful, most glorious with glories. Soma, when pressed, is your exhilaration, O Indra, lord of power. Bring to him who desires, who knows all things, all the treasures—for the eager one who has come, for the man who has come from afar, O men. May you drive away from us the great decay, the lurking danger, the ancient harm; dispel the fierce word, O mighty one. As for a journey, we set your chariot in motion for favor, O most powerful Indra, lord of strength, with mighty steeds, overcoming foes. He is the ancient singer of the great ones, born with wisdom, by whose doors Manu, our father, entered among the gods with insight. When the swift ones, shining in the chariots, carry the exhilarating sweet drink, there they win renown. I praise that unconquered lord of might, Indra—the all-powerful, most skillful, all-knowing man, lord of strength. I have made the hymn for Dadhikrāvan, the victorious, the swift horse; may his fragrant mouths bring us well-being and prolong our lives. The breaker of cities, young, wise, of boundless vigor, was born—Indra, wielder of the thunderbolt, praised by many, upholder of all actions. Let us send forth the Trishtubh hymn for Indra, who is to be praised by heroes; with thought, for the gaining of wisdom, Purandhi calls him forth. They speak of the two who are united with Kashyapa, the knower of heaven, by whose vow the wise, having discerned, established the entire world and the sacrifice. Praise! Let the men praise—those dear to the offering; let them praise, and let the sons also praise, and the city-dwellers, with strong voices, let them praise. Let the hymn be recited for Indra, to be proclaimed, as Shakra, unconquered, delights in our libations and in our friendships. Of Vishvanara, lord of wealth, unconquered in strength—by these, too, I call the chariots of the peoples for aid. He indeed, O men, who by wisdom is your helper from heaven, with his aid crosses over the hatred and distress of the mighty sky, as over a narrow place. O Indra, all-pervading, bestower of gifts, O hundred-powered, grant us abundant wealth; then, for all peoples, magnify our glory, O gracious one, with your good counsel. The birds, winged in mind, both two-footed and four-footed, set forth at dawn, following the seasons, beyond the boundaries of heaven. These gods who stand in the midst, in the shining region of heaven—what is the truth, what is the immortal, what ancient offering is theirs? With the Ṛc and the Sāman we worship, by which they perform the rites; in your assembly, shining forth, you declare the sacrifice among the gods. All the hosts of men, together with their companions, have fashioned Indra, the king, for strength, for the best resolve, for steadfastness, for wide might, for the most vigorous, for power, for the powerful.