1Indra, this might of thine I praise most highly for the sacrifice

That thou, O Lord of Power, dost slay Vritra with might

2For thee this Soma hath been pressed, in whose wild joy thou madest once

Sambara Divodasa’s prey: O Indra, drink!

3Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable!

Wide as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven!

4Joy, mightiest Indra, that perceives, sprung from deep Soma draughts, whereby

Thou smitest down the greedy fiend,-that joy we crave!

5Adityas, very mighty ones, grant to our children and our seed

This lengthened term of life that they may live long days!

6Though knowest, Indra, Thunder-armed! how to avoid destructive powers,

As one secure from pitfalls each returning day.

7Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away malignity:

Adityas, keep us far removed from sore distress!

8Drive Soma, Indra, Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a well-guided courser,

1Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou:

Thou seekest friendship but in war.

2Him who of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,

Even Indra, O my friends, for help.

3Fail not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away

Ye who can tame even what is firm!

4Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:

Drink thou the Soma, Soma’s Lord!

5Hero, may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,

In fight with people rich in kine!

6Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends!

Are licking one another’s back.

7O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring

A hero conquering in war!

8So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee

Coming like floods that follow floods

9Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, which gladdeneth and exalteth thee,

Indra, to thee we sing aloud.

10We call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves,

Call on thee, wondrous, Thunder-armed.

1The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste the bright cows drink,

Who travelling in splendour close to mighty Indra’s side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.

2Thus hath the Soma, gladdening draught, produced the prayer that giveth joy:

Thou, mightiest, Thunder-armed, hast driven by force the Dragon from the earth, lauding thine own supremacy.

3By men hath Indra been advanced, the Vritra-slayer, to joy and strength.

Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small: be he our aid in deeds of might!

4Unconquered strength is only thine, Indra, Stonecaster, Thunder-armed!

When thou with thy