Come, mighty Indra and Agni twain! Accept our praise, ye lords of strength and flame.
We call upon thee both with lifted voice—the Thunderer and the Blazing One.

Indra, who hath smote the serpent down, who drank the Soma's golden brew,
Come thou unto our sacred rite, accept the butter here outpoured.
Agni, the radiant mouth of all the gods, thou guest most beloved,
Carry our offerings up to heaven, bear our prayers upon thy sacred flame.

Both of ye, conquerors in every field, do battle for the worshipper.
Indra strikes down the demon host; Agni consumes the evil powers.
The two of you, together joined, make manifest the gods' delight.

With pressing-stones we crush the Soma stalks, the juice flows golden in the dawn.
This sacred drink we offer both to thee—come, Indra; come, O Holy Fire.
Ye who have conquered all the worlds, ye swift to answer fervent prayer,
Grant us the boon of cattle, grant us strength, grant us the triumph in the fight.

Agni, thou lightest up the dark; Indra, thou shatterer of the foe.
Both of ye dwell within our hearts, both of ye hear the singer's call.
We praise you with unceasing voice, as long as heaven and earth do stand.
Accept this gift, ye mighty lords, and bless the household of your praise.