When the mighty Asura stands forth, all adorn him in splendor, and he moves shining with radiance. This is the great name of the one of many forms, who has established immortal things. To the great, the joyous Viśvānara, the all-pervading, we offer praise with the exhilarating Soma, for Indra and the two worlds honor his favor, strength, and fame. Those who serve the gods have abundant fuel for their offerings, their praises are great, and their songs wide-reaching. For them, Indra is a youthful friend. Indra, come and rejoice in the Soma drink with all those who partake; grant us great abundance with your strength. Indra struck down Vṛtra with his shattering force, exposing the illusionists with his revealing power. He slew the serpent lying in the woods and brought forth the cows, making the lovely ones manifest. O Indra, mighty one, from where do you go forth alone, O Lord of Truth? What do you do as you question the noble ones in battle? Speak to us, O wielder of the thunderbolt, what you have for us. Great is Indra by his strength; never is he overcome or cast aside. To Indra, the Ayavas press forward, longing to cross into the rich land of cattle. Those who, sons of many, wish to milk the earth, the great, thousand-streamed, abundant one, all at once. This thought I offer to you, great and mighty one, as praise, O wise one, which I have composed. In festival and striving, the gods, with their strength, follow Indra, the victorious. Let the shining one, bearing greatness, drink the sweet Soma, granting undisturbed life to the lords of sacrifice. He who, driven by the wind, protects with his own power, nourishes the peoples in many ways, and shines forth. Upward, the rays carry that god, Jātavedas, the Sun, for all to see. Hail! With that radiant eye, O blazing one, you observe all people. You, O Varuṇa, see. Come, O divine priests, with your chariot shining like the sun; with honey you anoint the sacrifice. You are the ancient ones. This is Vena, the wondrous one among the gods, the marvel of the gods. May Viśvānara, the divine Savitṛ, come to us with Iḍā's blessings at the assembly. As young men delight in us, so may all the world turn to us with favor and thought. Whatever today, O slayer of Vṛtra, you have done, and O Sun, all that is under your control, O Indra. Swift one, all-seeing, maker of light are you, O Sun. You illumine the entire expanse. That is the divinity of the Sun, that greatness spread in the midst of the sky, which he has taken up. When he yoked the bays from his seat, then night stretches out her garment for him. For the sake of Mitra and Varuṇa, the Sun fashions his form in the lap of the sky. One of his powers is endless and bright, another is dark; the bays bear them together. Great are you, O Sun; great are you, O Āditya. Your greatness, being great, is praised. Indeed, O god, you are great. O Sun, you are great in glory; truly, O god, you are great in might. By your greatness, you are the overlord of the gods, their priest, the all-pervading, unfailing light. As if yearning, all people look upon the Sun; all, born with strength, partake of Indra's gifts, as we would share a portion. Today, O gods, at the rising of the Sun, free us from misfortune, free us from blame. May Mitra, Varuṇa, Aditi, Sindhu, Earth, and Heaven not harm us. Moving in the black firmament, establishing both immortal and mortal, Savitṛ, the god, goes forth, seeing all the worlds, with his golden chariot. The well-laid sacrificial grass is spread for them; as lord of the people, the seat is approached. At the first calling of the dawn, Vayu and Pushan, accompanied by their chariots, come for well-being. I invoke Indra and Vayu, Brihaspati, Mitra and Agni, Pushan, Bhaga, the Adityas, and the host of Maruts. May Varuna be our protector, and Mitra, with all their aids, grant us divine favor. Upon Indra, Vishnu, and their kin, upon the Maruts and the Ashvins, upon the ancient ones, upon this Vena, upon those gods, with the Ida offerings, let the Soma honey be enjoyed, O guardians of the people. Agni, Indra, Varuna, Mitra, the gods, the hosts, Maruts, and Vishnu, both Ashvins, Rudra, the goddesses, Pushan, Bhaga, and Sarasvati, may they accept our offering. I call Indra and Agni, Mitra and Varuna, Aditi, the heavens, earth, Maruts, mountains, waters; I invoke Vishnu, Pushan, Brahmanaspati, Bhaga, and Savitar for aid. May the Rudras, the mighty ones, the mountains, united in the slaying of Vritra and in the invocation, protect us; whoever praises and sings, let the gods led by Indra defend us. Come near today, O worshipful ones; with reverence I approach you in my heart. Protect us, O gods, from the wolf, protect us from the doer of harm, O worshipful ones. May all the Maruts today, all the fires kindled, all the gods come to us with help; may all wealth and strength be ours. All gods, hear my invocation—those in the midspace, those upon the heavens, those with Agni's tongue, and those who are worshipful; sit upon this sacrificial grass and rejoice. For the gods, the foremost, the worthy of sacrifice, you grant immortality, the highest share; Savitar, you spread out the gift, granting life to mortals. To Vayu I direct my lofty thought, for abundant wealth, for universal protection, for mastery of chariots; the shining ones, the chariots, the poet, you lead the poet, O worthy of worship. Indra and Vayu, these pressed offerings are for you; come with favor, for the Soma streams delight you. I call Mitra, pure in wisdom, and Varuna, the righteous; they accomplish the clarified, luminous thought. O wondrous, youthful ones, the pressed offerings are for you, Ashvins, upon the well-prepared grass; come by the path of Rudra. Upon the ancient ones, upon this Vena. When Sarama found the broken path of the mountain, the great ancient way, who was her companion? She led the foremost, the well-footed of the words, she sang the first cry, knowing it. No one else knew the track except from Vaishvanara, the ancient path of Agni; the immortals strengthened him, the undying Vaishvanara, for the conquest of the realm, O gods. We invoke Indra and Agni, fierce and destroyers of foes; may they be gracious to us in this way.