2Lauded by many, much−invoked, leader of song, renowned of old: His name is Indra, tell it forth.

3Indra the Dancer be to us the giver of abundant strength: May he, the mighty, bring it near.

4Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksa's draught, The Soma juice with barley mixt.

5Call Indra loudly with your songs of praise to drink the Soma juice. For this is what augments his stiength.

6When he hath drqnk its gladdening drops, the God with vigour of a God Hath far surpassed all things that are.

7Thou speedest down to succour us this ever−conquering God of yours, Him who is drawn to all our songs

8The Warrior not to he restrained, the Soma−drinker ne'er o'erthrown, The Chieftain of resistless might.

9O Indra, send us riches, thou Omniscient, worthy of our praise: Help us in the decisive fray.

10Even thence, O 1ndra, come to us with food that gives a hundred powers, With food that gives a thousand powers.

11We sought the wisdom of the wise. Sakra, Kine−giver, Thunder−armed! May we with steeds o'ercome in fight.

12We make thee, Satakratu, find enjoyment in the songs we sing. Like cattle in the pasture lands.

13For, Satakratu, Thunder−armed, all that we craved, as men are wont, All that we hoped, have we attained.

14Those, Son of Strength, are come to thee who cherish wishes in their hearts O Indra, none excelleth thee.

15So, Hero, guard us with thy care, with thy most liberal providence, Speedy, and terrible to foes.

16O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine Which is most splendid of them all

17Even, Indra, that carouse which slays the Vrtras best, most widely famed, Best giver of thy power and might.

18For that which is thy gift we know, true Soma−drinker, Thunder−armed, Mighty One, amid all the folk.

19For Indra, Lover of Carouse, loud be our songs about the juice: Let poets sing the song of praise.

20We summon Indra to the draught, irl whom all glories rest, in whom The seven communities rejoice.

21At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind: Let our songs aid and prosper it.

22Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea: O fndra, naught excelleth thee.

23Thou, wakeful Hero, by thy might hast taken food of Soma juice, Which, Indra, is within thee now.

24O Indra, Vrtra−slayer, let Soma be ready for thy maw, The drops be ready for thy forms.

25Now Srutakaksa sings his song that cattle and the steed may come, That Indra's very self may come.

26Here, Indra, thou art ready by our Soma juices shed for thee, Sakra, at hand that thou mayst give.

27Even from far away our songs reach thee, O Caster of the Stone: May we come very close to thee.

28For so thou art the hero's Friend, a Hero, too, art thou, and strong: So may thine heart be won to us.

29So hath the offering, wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers: So dwell thou, Indra, even with me.

30Be not thou like a slothfid priest, O Lord of spoil and wealth: rejoice In the pressed Soma blent with milk.

31O Indra, let not ill designs surround us in the sunbeams' light: This may we gain with thee for Friend.

32With thee to help us, Indra, let us answer all our enemies: For thou art ours and we are thine.

33Indra, the poets and thy friends, faithful to thee, shall loudly sing Thy praises as they follow thee.