Come, O Indra, to our pressing of the soma! Drink deep of the juice that we have made ready for thee. It floweth like rivers; it rusheth forth like the waters when the dam is broken. Rejoice in this our offering, and be our friend forevermore.

The soma hath been pressed; it is ready for thy lips. With milk and with waters it is mixed; with hymns and with prayers it is consecrated. Come, O Thunderer, and drink thy fill of this sacred draught.

In the soma's embrace thou groweth mighty; thy strength increaseth, thy power waxeth great. Thou becomest invincible in battle; thy bolt descendeth like lightning upon thy foes. Drink, O Indra, and be joyous in thy heart.

We mortals do drink the soma too; we praise thee with our voices; we sing thy deeds of prowess. In the soma drinker thou findest a friend and a companion. Share with us this joy; let thy benevolence flow upon all who honor thee.

The soma maketh sharp the mind; it giveth courage to the heart. It looseth the tongue that it may speak truth; it openeth the eyes that they may see clearly. O Indra, this drink doth lift the spirit high and maketh the weak man strong.

In the ancient days the gods did drink the soma and became immortal thereby. Thou drinkest it and art glorified; thy might is made manifest unto all the worlds. O Lord of the Bays, accept our offering and grant us the same fortune as the gods.