1We seeking strength, with Soma drops fill full your Indra like a well, Most liberal, Lord of boundless might.

2O Indra, even from that place come unto us with food that gives A hundred, yea, a thousand powers!

3The new-born Vritra-slayer asked his mother, as he seized his shaft, Who are the, fierce and famous ones?

4Let us call him to aid whose hands stretch far, the highly-lauded, who

5Him your best Vritra-slayer, him the famous champion of mankind I urge to great munificence.

6Indra, may we adorn thy fame, fame of one like thee, hero! deck, Sakra! thy fame at highest feast!

7Indra, accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn, With groats, with cake, with eulogies!

8With waters' foam thou torest off, Indra, the head of Namuchi, When thou o'ercamest all the foes.

9Thine are these Soma juices, thine, Indra, those still to be expressed: Enjoy them, Lord of princely wealth!

10For thee, O Indra, Lord of light, Somas are pressed and grass is strewn: Be gracious to thy worshippers!