2Indra, whom many laud, accept the strength−conferring Soma juice: Quaff, pour down drink that satisfies.

3Indra, with all the Gods promote our wealth−bestowing sacrifice, Thou highly−lauded Lord of men.

4Lord of the brave, to thee proceed these drops of Soma juice expressed, The bright drops to thy dwelling−place.

5Within thy belly, Indra, take juice, Soma the most excellent: Thine are the drops celestial.

6Drink our libation, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath thou art bedewed Our glory, Indra, is thy gift.

7To Indra go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail: He drinks the Soma and is strong

8From far away, from near at hand, O Vrtra−slayer, come to us: Accept the songs we sing to thee.

9When from the space between the near and far thou art invoked by us, Thence, Indra. come thou hitherward.