2O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine Which is most glorious of all!

3Ye cows, protect the fount: the two mighty ones bless the sacrifice. The handles twain are wrought of gold.

4Sing praises that the horse may come; sing, Srutakaksha, that the cow May come, that Indra's might may come

5We make this Indra very strong to strike, the mighty Vritra dead: A vigorous hero shall he be.

6Based upon strength and victory and power, O Indra, is thy birth: Thou, mighty one! art strong indeed,

7The sacrifice made Indra great when he unrolled the earth, and made Himself a diadem in heaven.

8If I, O Indra, were, like thee, the single ruler over wealth My worshipper should be rich in kine.

9Pressers, blend Soma juice for him, each draught most excellent, for him The brave, the hero, for his joy.

10Here is the Soma juice expressed. O Vasu, drink till thou art full: Undaunted God, we give it thee