1Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma steeds, juice, All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live

2Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of tawny The Soma-drinker, O my friends!

3This, even this, O Indra, we implore: as thy devoted friends The Kanvas praise thee with their hymns!

4For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about the juice Let poets sing the song of praise.

5Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred grass: Run hither, come and drink thereof

6As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of good deeds To our assistance duy by day.

7Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink

8The Soma, Indra, which is shed in saucers and in cups for thee, Drink thou, for thou art lord thereof!

9In every need, in every fray we call, as friends, to succour us, Indra, the mightiest of all.

10O come ye hither, sit ye down: to Indra sing ye forth your song, Companions, bringing hymns of praise