1GLORIFY naught besides, O friends; so shall no sorrow trouble you. Praise only mighty Indra when the juice is shed, and say your lauds repeatedly:

2Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men’s Conqueror, bounteous like a cow; Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.

3Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine aid, Be this our prayer, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exaltation every day.

4Those skilled in song, O Maghavan among these men o’ercome with might the foeman’s songs. Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.

5O Caster of the Stone, I would not sell thee for a mighty price, Not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!

6O Indra, thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is. Thou and my mother, O Good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.

7Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind. Haste, Warrior, Fort-destroyer, Lord of battle’s din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.

8Sing out the psalm to him who breaks down castles for his faithful friend, Verses to bring the Thunderer to destroy the forts and sit on Kaṇva’s sacred grass.

9The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine, Even those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.

10This day I call Sabardughā who animates the holy song, Indra the richly-yielding Milch-cow who provides unfailing food in ample stream.

11When Sūra wounded Etaśa, with Vāta’s rolling winged car. Indra bore Kutsa Ārjuneya off, and mocked Gandharva. the unconquered One.

12He without ligature, before making incision in the neck, Closed up the wound again, most wealthy Maghavan, who maketh whole the injured part.

13May we be never cast aside, and strangers, as it were, to thee. We, Thunder-wielding Indra, count ourselves as trees rejected and unfit to burn.

14O Vṛtra-slayer, we were thought slow and unready for the fray. Yet once in thy great bounty may we have delight, O Hero, after praising thee.

15If he will listen to my laud, then may out Soma-drops that flow Rapidly through the strainer gladden Indra, drops due to the Tugryas’ Strengthener.

16Come now unto the common laud of thee and of thy faithful friend. So may our wealthy nobles’ praise give joy to thee. Fain would I sing thine eulogy.

17Press out the Soma with the stones, and in the waters wash it clean. The men investing it with raiment made of milk shall milk it forth from out the stems.

18Whether thou come from earth or from the lustre of the lofty heaven, Wax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures,