Who will yoke the radiant cows of truth to the yoke today, swift and shining, difficult to restrain? Among them, the bringer of joy has carried the waters, fulfilling his service and granting them life. The singers of the Gāyatrī chant in the fourth and second parts, while those devoted to the Arkā hymn raise their voices with the Arkā. The priests, O Indra of a hundred powers, lift you up like a banner, honoring your greatness. All hymns magnify Indra, who encompasses the oceans, the foremost among charioteers, lord of strength and protector, true master of all. O Indra, drink this pressed Soma, the greatest and immortal exhilaration; the bright streams of truth flow for you at the seat of order. Whatever splendid gift is not yet here, not given by you, O Thunderer, may that favor be granted to us—bring both kinds of wealth. Hear our call, O Indra, from afar, from those who worship you; fulfill our desire for heroic sons and abundant riches, for you are great. Soma has been pressed for you, O most mighty and bold Indra; come, let your power be filled, as the sun fills the sky with its rays. Come with your bays to the praise of Kanva; at the command of heaven, enter the heavenly dwelling, O lord of the day. To you, O Indra, the hymns have come, lover of song, as charioteers to the races; they gather around you as cows around a calf. Let us now praise Indra, the pure, with pure song and hymns, who grows strong with pure praises, rejoicing in our pure offerings. He is the bestower of wealth, most bountiful and glorious; Soma, when pressed, is your exhilaration, O Indra, lord of power. Bring to him who desires, who knows all things, all treasures—for the eager one 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 his doors, Manu, our father, entered among the gods with insight. When the swift ones, shining in their chariots, carry the exhilarating sweet drink, there they win renown. I praise the unconquered lord of might, Indra, all-powerful, most skillful, all-knowing, 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; Purandhi calls him forth for wisdom. They speak of the two united with Kashyapa, knower of heaven, by whose vow the wise established the world and sacrifice. Praise! Let men, dear to the offering, praise; let sons and city-dwellers praise with strong voices. Let the hymn be recited for Indra, proclaimed as Shakra, unconquered, who delights in our libations and friendships. Of Vishvanara, lord of wealth, unconquered in strength—by these, too, I call the chariots of peoples for aid. He, by wisdom, is your helper from heaven; with his aid, one crosses over hatred and distress of the mighty sky, as over a narrow place. O Indra, all-pervading, bestower of gifts, hundred-powered, grant us abundant wealth; magnify our glory for all peoples with your good counsel. The birds, winged in mind, both two-footed and four-footed, set forth at dawn, following the seasons, beyond heaven’s boundaries. These gods stand in the midst, in the shining region of heaven—what is their truth, their immortality, their ancient offering? With Ṛc and Sāman we worship, by which they perform rites; in your assembly, shining, you declare the sacrifice among gods. All the hosts of men, with companions, have fashioned Indra, king, for strength, resolve, steadfastness, wide might, vigor, and power. I place faith in the first intention: he struck down the evil one, the foe, day by day, and split the waters; when heaven and earth ran after you, O strong one, even the stone-bound earth fled from your might. With all strength, come together for the lord of heaven, the great guest among peoples; ancient and ever-new, he seeks to win, and the paths turn after him alone. These are your people, O Indra, much-praised, who, relying on you, move about, O mighty one; there is no other than you, O singer-loving, who joins our songs as earths are joined—so, O tawny one, accept our words. The great hymns approach Maghavan, Indra, upheld by peoples, with praise; ever-growing, much-invoked, immortal and ever-youthful, day by day. To Indra, thoughts youthful with heaven have all approached, shining; peoples embrace him as a husband, noble and splendid Maghavan, for aid. To that ram, much-invoked, mighty Indra, let your songs bring joy, O wealthy one, oceanic; whom the heavens do not surpass in human strength—praise the most powerful sage. That ram, the wise, let us magnify with a hundred strong companions; like a racer, a prize, a chariot for invocation, may we turn Indra for help with beautiful hymns. The earth, rich in ghee, adorned among beings, broad and fair, heaven and earth yielding honey, established by Varuna’s law, unaging and ever-fertile. O Indra, you have spanned both heaven and earth like the dawns; you are the sovereign of vast realms and peoples. The divine mother, auspicious, has brought you forth; the blessed mother has given birth to you. Now, with praise, honor the father for his delight, who, with black clouds as his womb, struck down the foe with Ṛjiśvan. We call upon the mighty, thunder-armed, Marut-accompanied Indra as a friend for help.