1Indra, this might of thine I praise most highly for the sacrifice That thou, O Lord of Power, dost slay Vritra with might

2For thee this Soma hath been pressed, in whose wild joy thou madest once Sambara Divodasa's prey: O Indra, drink!

3Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable! Wide as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven!

4Joy, mightiest Indra, that perceives, sprung from deep Soma draughts, whereby Thou smitest down the greedy fiend,-that joy we crave!

5Adityas, very mighty ones, grant to our children and our seed This lengthened term of life that they may live long days!

6Though knowest, Indra, Thunder-armed! how to avoid destructive powers,

7Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away malignity: Adityas, keep us far removed from sore distress!

8Drive Soma, Indra, Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a well-guided courser,