1LET thy Bay Steeds bring thee, the Strong, hither to drink the Soma draught—     Those, Indra, who are bright as suns.

2Here are the grains bedewed with oil: hither let the Bay Coursers bring     Indra upon his easiest car.

3Indra at early morn we call, Indra in course of sacrifice,     Indra to drink the Soma juice.

4Come hither, with thy long-maned Steeds, O Indra, to he draught we pour     We call thee when the juice is shed.

5Come thou to this our song of praise, to the libation poured for thee     Drink of it like a stag athirst.

6Here are the drops of Soma juice expressed on sacred grass: thereof     Drink, Indra, to increase thy might.

7Welcome to thee be this our hymn, reaching thy heart, most excellent:     Then drink the Soma juice expressed.

8To every draught of pressed-out juice Indra, the Vṛtra-slayer, comes,     To drink the Soma for delight.

9Fulfil, O Śatakratu, all our wish with horses and with kine:     With holy thoughts we sing thy praise.