Let all men raise their voices in song to Indu, the purifier, as they approach the gods with devotion. Those who once strengthened you, Maghavan, in your mighty deeds—the slaying of foes, the battle of Shambara, the contest for the cows—those priests who now honor you, let them invite you, Indra, to drink the Soma with your companions, the Maruts. Indra, you were born mighty—fierce for strength and swiftness, delightful and vigorous, full of pride. Even the Maruts increased your power when your mother placed you, the hero, in her womb. Come to us, Indra, slayer of Vṛtra, come to our share, great one, with your mighty aids. In every contest, you are victorious, Indra; you destroy hostility and bring universal victory, overcoming all who challenge you. The very earths followed your force, rushing like mothers after a child, and all your adversaries you subdue in anger when you conquer Vṛtra. As the sacrifice draws near, it seeks the favor of the gods. May the Ādityas be gracious, may your benevolence turn toward us, and may you, who grant the path, remove our distress. Savitar, with your unfailing and auspicious guardians, protect our lives today; golden-tongued, bring us fresh prosperity, and let no evil speaker hold sway over us. The pure ones stream forth with vigor, accompanied by the priests and the sweet Soma juices. Vāyu, bring your teams, come here and drink the pressed Soma for delight. The cows have come near, great givers of sacrificial riches, their golden ears shining. Within the house of skill and wisdom, among the offspring of poets, the devourers are seated. Divine priests, come with your chariot shining like the sun; anoint the sacrifice with honey and renew it—this is Vena. Their ray stretches across, slanting—below and above. They were seed-bearers, mighty, with inherent power below and aspiration above. He filled the two worlds and reached the heavens; when he was born, the waters sustained him. He is led around the sacrifice, the sage, like a horse harnessed for the prize. Even those slow of speech praise the slayer of Vṛtra with hymns, and with gestures, they call him forth. Let the sons of immortality hear our songs, and may they be gracious to us. My prayers, my thoughts, my pressed Soma, my vigor rise up; my stone pours forth. Summoned and stirred by hymns, let the two steeds bring them to us. O Maghavan, none surpasses you; no deity is known to be your equal. Neither the newborn nor the born perishes; whatever you will to do, accomplish it, O greatly grown. That was the greatest among beings, from whom was born the fierce, splendid, heroic one. Newly born, he immediately drives away enemies, and all powers delight in him. O Purūvasa, may these radiant, pure, and wise songs of mine increase you; they have approached you with praises. For whom this Aryan, this Dāsa, this benevolent lord, even this enemy—though hostile—has cried out in anger, to you, wealth is offered. He, with a thousand sages empowered by their strength, spreads like the ocean. True is his greatness; I praise his might in sacrifices and among the wise. Savitar, protect our dwelling today with undeceivable and auspicious guardians; golden-tongued, guard us for new prosperity, and let no evil-wisher rule over us. Vāyu, come to our sacrifice that touches the sky, with good thoughts. Purified within and adorned above, I, shining, approach you. Indra and Vāyu, of beautiful form, we call you here with good invocation. May all people be free from harm; may we meet together with good minds. Thus the mortal rejoices in divine worship, seeking Mitra and Varuṇa for the offering and the giving of oblations. Come, adorn yourselves, drink the honey, O Aśvins. The milk has been drawn, O mighty, noble givers; do not harm us, but come. Let the Lord of Speech advance, let the goddess Truth come forward. May the gods lead our sacrifice to the heroic, noble one, the provider of abundance. The Moon moves among the waters, the swift-winged one runs in the sky. The tawny, abundant, many-nourishing wealth comes—the roaring one approaches. To each god for help, to each god for favor, to each god we call for strength, praising with divine thought. Agni, Vaiśvānara, has shone forth vast in the sky. Growing strong on earth with power, kindled, he dispels darkness with his light. Indra and Agni, a being came without feet from the lotus-stalks. Having left its head, it spoke with its tongue, moved, and stepped thirty steps. The gods, united in purpose for Manu, all together with one intent—may they today and tomorrow be with us, guiding us on the path. Indra has removed the curses; destroyer of evil, he has become glorious. The gods, O Indra, have chosen you for friendship, O radiant one, host of the Maruts. For mighty Indra, let the Maruts praise with hymns—the slayer of Vṛtra, the hundred-powered, who strikes with the thunderbolt of a hundred joints. Indra’s strength has grown, his bull-like power, in the delight of the pressed Soma. Today, his greatness, the sons praise as before. That which rises far, even while awake, as divine—and likewise goes forth when asleep—the light of lights, traversing distances: may my mind be endowed with auspicious resolve. By which the wise and thoughtful perform actions and sacrifices, and the steadfast in assemblies; that unprecedented, mysterious presence within beings—may my mind be endowed with auspicious resolve. That which is discernment, consciousness, and fortitude; that immortal light within creatures, without which nothing is done—may my mind be endowed with auspicious resolve. By which all that exists, the world and what will be, is embraced by immortality; by which the seven priests sustain the sacrifice—may my mind be endowed with auspicious resolve.