As the sacred Soma is pressed and offered, Indra is invoked to purify his strength and his song-worthy power, for he alone knows the greatness of enduring skill. The singers raise their voices to Indra, the much-invoked and much-praised, calling upon this mighty one to come forth with hymns. They praise the exhilaration that belongs to Indra, the powerful hero in battles, the world-creator, radiant with golden splendor. Indra is invited to rejoice in the Soma he delights in, whether shared with Viṣṇu, Trita Āptya, or the Maruts; let him be gladdened by those sacred drops. The priest pours out the most exhilarating sweetness of Soma, for thus the hero is praised, ever-growing in might. The honeyed Soma is poured for Indra, that he may drink and, through his greatness, inspire generous gifts among his devotees. Now, friends gather to praise Indra, the hero who alone has surpassed all peoples. They sing chants for Indra, wise and great, creator of the sacred word, far-seeing and worthy of all praise. He alone bestows wealth upon mortals who serve him—Indra, the sovereign, unconquered lord. Friends seek Indra’s favor, the thunderer, with hymns, praising the most heroic and bold among men. They praise the foremost portion of Indra’s might, the highest attainment, by which he struck down Vṛtra with his power, the lord of strength. By the exhilaration of Soma, Indra broke Śambara for Divodāsa; this Soma is pressed for him—let him drink. Indra is called upon to grant his favor, beloved and unconcealed by enemies, as a mountain broad on every side, lord of heaven. That same exhilaration, most Soma-loving and powerful, stirs Indra; by it, he struck down the lawless one. The singers pray to obtain that might. For the weak and feeble, they ask Indra to grant firm life for living, and call upon the mighty Ādityas to act together. Indra, thunder-handed, knows the courses of destruction; day by day, he cleanses as one does the tracks. The Ādityas are invoked to drive away the evil of waters, dispel triple harm, remove ill intention, and protect from distress. Indra is invited to drink the Soma, that it may delight him—Soma pressed swiftly as a horse, skillfully with both arms. Indra is without enmity, without hostility, ancient by birth; he seeks to fight and desires to be a father. The singers praise Indra as a friend who brought them wealth before, and call upon him for help. They urge him to come without hesitation, to set out and not stand still, for united purpose can move even the firmest. Indra is invited to the offering, as lord of horses, cows, and fields; let him drink the Soma, lord of Soma. By Indra’s thunder, the singers speak to the breathing one in the assembly rich in cows. Even the cows, united in kinship, and the Maruts with their companions, move together, their forms mingling. Indra is asked to bring strength and heroism, hundred-powered and wise; let him bring a warrior who withstands battles. Therefore, Indra is sought with desire and summoned through praise; let the waters rise up with him. His birds sit as in a cow’s shelter, in the honeyed, intoxicating place; Indra is praised there. Bearing Indra like a mighty load, the singers call upon him, Vajra-holder, wondrous one, for help. Sweetly, the cows drink the flowing honey; those who rejoice with Indra shine, possessing wealth, following the sovereignty of the sun. Soma, the delight, makes prayer; the Vajra-holder, with his strength, spreads out the earth and kills the serpent, following the sovereignty of the sun. Indra grew strong for delight and might, slayer of Vritra, with men; he is called upon in great battle, to come in victory. For Indra, the unmatched heroism is praised, Vajra-holder; when he killed that cunning beast with cunning, following the sovereignty of the sun. Indra is urged to go forth, come near, and be bold; his thunderbolt does not fail. His heroism is strength—let him slay Vritra and conquer the waters, following the sovereignty of the sun. When the victorious ones rise, wealth is given to the bold; let Indra harness the horses moved by delight, slay whom he wishes, grant wealth as he wishes. For the singers, Indra is asked to grant wealth. They have not failed nor faltered; the beloved ones have not been harmed or diminished. The self-luminous sages, with ever-new insight, yoke Indra’s two steeds. Indra is called to hear the songs, as a mother listens; when will he make those who speak well prosper? For this purpose, let his two steeds be yoked. The moon dwells within the waters; the splendid bird runs in the sky; Indra’s golden-wheeled ones find their path like lightning. The two worlds know his wealth. To the Ashvins, the praiser adorns their most beloved, mighty chariot, the bringer of wealth, with hymns; they are asked to listen to the sweet invocation. To Agni, the ever-youthful, radiant god, the singers kindle their offering; in battle, his precious flame shines forth, bringing the heavenly portion to the worshippers. With their own praises, they choose Agni as the Hotar, wise and shining. In joy, at the sacrifices, on the strewn grass, Agni is called to bring forth the offering, completing the sacred rites.