I eulogise Indra; sovereign lord of men, who moves about in his car unrestrained, the Vritra-slayer, most illustrious and winner of the fighting hosts. Honour that Indra, ye learned men for obtaining his aid, in whose sustaining hands of old the mighty thunderbolt was placed as the great Sun was established in heaven. None can attain Indra by deeds, him who works and strengthens evermore. Not even by sacrifice, him, praised by all, unconquerable by might, daring and strong. I praise him, the powerful conqueror, invincible in war, at whose birth the mighty ones bowed in obeisance, the learned and ordinary persons of the world also bent down before him in respect. O Indra, not even a hundred heavens, or a hundred earths can match thee. O Thunderer, not even a thousand suns and both the worlds can match thee. O Indra, thou hast performed many a heroic deed with thy might, yea, with strength, O mightiest. O Maghavan, help us to obtain a stable full of kine with thy wonderous aids! The godless mortal gaineth not his desired goal, O thou immortal Indra, but only he who yokes his bright steeds with prayers. Indra harnesses his bay steeds. Urge ye learned men Indra, the conqueror, to give him to be greatly praised, to be called in shallow water and in depths, to be invoked in all deeds requiring strength.

Call ye, O learned men, Indra with you song of praise to drink of your draught of Soma juice, the subduer of the foe, most munificent, giver of wealth to his subjects! O men know and tell forth, his name is Indra, lauded much and invoked by many, the song-lover, renowned of old! Indra alone is the giver of might and abundant wealth. May he, the almighty give it us knee-deep! Indra, the handsome to look on hast drunken the rapturous draught, the Soma drink with barely brew. Call him aloud with your songs of praise to drink the Soma draught, for it waxeth him strong. When he hast consumed this gladdening juice, the God of Soma God, with vigour surpasseth all things that exist.

Indra, the warrior whom none may harm, the Soma-drinker never to be overthrown, is the chieftain of resistless might. Indra, thou all knowing, worthy of our praise, send us riches, help us in this decisive struggle! Hence, O Indra, come unto us with food that gives a hundred, yea a thousand powers, come even from heaven your dwelling place. O Indra, how rejoice with thy joy of carouse, which is most glorious of all! Indra, the best slayer of demon Vritra, far famed, is the best bestower of might and strength. For that which is thy gift, thou art well known amongst the people, O thou soma-lover, thunder-armed! For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about Soma-juice, let poets sing the song of his praise. We invoke Indra to the drink, in whom all glories reside, in whom all the seven presiding priests rejoice. At Trikadrukeshu rite, God expands the sacrifice which inspires thoughts. Let our hymns aid and prosper it. Let the Soma juice pass within thee, as the rivers flow into the sea. O Indra, naught excelleth thee! O thou watchful hero, by thy might hast taken in the juice, which is now within thee, O Indra! O Indra, Vritra-slayer, let Soma be expressed for your drink, the juice be prepared for the Gods in your company. Sing well the praise of Indra that the kine and cattle nay come. Sing adequately that Indra may come!