1NOT to forsake me, I invoke this Indra girt by Maruts,     Lord Of magic power who rules with might.

2This Indra with his Marut Friends clave into pieces Vṛtra's bead     With hundred-knotted thunderbolt.

3Indra, with Marut Friends grown strong, hath rent asunder Vṛtra, and     Released the waters of the sea.

4This is that Indra who, begirt by Maruts, won the light of heaven     That he might drink the Soma juice.

5Mighty, impetuous, begirt by Maruts, him who loudly roars,     Indra we invocate with songs.

6Indra begirt by Maruts we invoke after the ancient plan,     That he may drink the Soma juice.

7O liberal Indra, Marut-girt, much-lauded Śatakratu, drink     The Soma at this sacrifice.

8To thee, O Indra, Marut-girt, these Soma juices, Thunderer!     Are offered from the heart with lauds.

9Drink, Indra, with thy Marut Friends, pressed Soma at the morning rites,     Whetting thy thunderbolt with strength.

10Arising in thy might, thy jaws thou shookest, Indra, having quaffed     The Soma which the mortar pressed.

11Indra, both worlds complained to thee when uttering thy fearful roar,     What time thou smotest Dasyus dead.

12From Indra have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts,     Delicate, faithful. to the Law.