1Let Soma juices make thee glad! Display thy bounty, Thunderer:

Drive off the enemies of prayer!

2Drink our libation, Lord of hymns! with streams of meath thou art bedewed:

Yea, Indra, glory is thy gift.

3Indra hath ever thought of you and tended you with care. The God,

Heroic Indra, is not checked.

4Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea

O Indra, naught excelleth thee!

5Indra, the singers with high praise, Indra reciters with their lauds,

Indra the choirs have glorified.

6May Indra give, to aid us wealth handy that rules the skilful ones!

Yea, may the Strong give potent wealth

7Verily Indra, conquering all, drives even mighty fear away,

For firm is he and swift to act.

8These songs with every draught we pour come, lover of the song, to thee

As milch-kine hasten to their calves.

9Indra and Wishan will we call for friendship and prosperity,

And for the winning of the spoil.

10O Indra, Vritra-slayer, naught is better, mightier than thou

Verily there is none like thee!

1Him have I magnified, our Lord in common, guardian of your folk,

Discloser of great wealth in kine.

2Songs have outpoured themselves to thee, Indra, the strong, the guardian Lord,

And with one will have risen to thee!

3Good guidance hath the mortal man whom Arya-man, the Marut host,

And Mitras, void of guile, protect.

4Bring us the wealth for which we long, O Indra, that which is concealed

In strong firm place precipitous.

5Him your best Vritra-slayer, him the famous champion of mankind

I urge to great munificence.

6Indra, may we adorn thy fame, fame of one like thee, hero! deck,

Sakra! thy fame at highest feast!

7Indra, accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn,

With groats, with cake, with eulogies!

8With waters’ foam thou torest off, Indra, the head of Namuchi,

When thou o’ercamest all the foes.

9Thine are these Soma juices, thine, Indra, those still to be expressed:

Enjoy them, Lord of princely wealth!

10For thee, O Indra, Lord of light, Somas are pressed and grass is strewn:

Be gracious to thy worshippers!

1We seeking strength, with Soma drops fill full your Indra like a well,

Most liberal, Lord of boundless might.

2O Indra, even from that place come unto us with food that gives

A hundred, yea, a thousand powers!

3The new-born Vritra-slayer asked his mother, as he seized his shaft,

Who are the, fierce and famous ones?

4Let us call him to aid whose hands stretch far, the highly-lauded, who

Fulfils the work to favour us

5Mitra who knoweth leadeth us, and Varuna who guideth straight,

And Aryaman in accord with Gods.

6When, even as she were present here, red Dawn hath shone from far away,

She spreadeth light on every