1Indra, be pleased: drive forward, hero, striker of thy bays! Fair, like a sage, delighting in the meath, drink of the juice for rapturous joy.

2O Indra, fill thy belly anew with meath that seems to flow from heaven. The sweet-voiced raptures of this juice have come, as 'twere to heaven. to thee.

3Indra, victorious, Mitra-like, smote, like a Yati, Vritra dead. As Bhrigu quelled his foes, he cleft Vala in Soma's rapturous joy.