Soma hath strengthened thee, O Indra, Lord of might! The sacred draught hath empowered thy limbs. With the Maruts at thy side, thou shalt shake the very pillars of heaven and split the clouds asunder.

Come forth! The Dāsas gather in darkness, their fortresses rise like mountains. But thou, O Thunder-wielder, drawest near with thy golden chariot drawn by the two bay steeds. The firmament trembles at thy approach. The waters flee before thy fury.

Drink deep of the Soma-cup, that thy strength may become boundless as the ocean. The purple draught hath been poured forth for thee alone. Let thy lightning strike true. Let thy thunderbolt cleave the bellies of the dark powers.

The Maruts, those wind-sons of Rudra, cry out in exultation. Their chariots whirl through the heavens. The earth quakes beneath them. No fortress can withstand thee when thou art thus empowered, O Mighty One. No enemy dares lift his head.

Therefore drink and be strong. The Soma-cup is raised to thy lips. The gods themselves do marvel at thy valor. When thou dost wake to battle, the sun itself grows pale. Heaven and earth do bow before thee. Thy victory is assured. The Dāsas shall flee like deer before the hunter. Their kingdoms shall crumble to dust.