Drink thou the soma for thy might, O Indra.
Drink, great smiter of Vr̥tra, most stalwart of all.
Drink for wealth and for strength while thy name is called.
Drink of the honeyed draught—soak thyself in it till thou art filled, O Indra.

Take now this soma, pressed and poured with the offering of kine, drink as thy soul desireth, O Indra.

Come to gladness in thy mind;
incline thy heart unto us and bless us with thy bounty.

Let the soma of Heaven gladden thee, Indra, and let the draught pressed by earth-born hands uplift thee.

Be thou stirred by that which gave thee the wide expanse; be thou gladdened by that which melted thy foes to naught.

High and twin in loftiness, ever unspent, let Indra the bull ride hither with his twin fallow steeds to the stream of the poured stalk.
Breaker of the lightless, shatterer of the hammer, soak thyself in the sweetness, pressed on the cowhide and borne forth.

Blunt thou their sharpened points, unbind their drawn bowstrings, those who are roused by spell and craft.

I lend thee power and might, thou strong one— stand ‘gainst thy foes, and fell them mid their clashing cries.

Loosen the stranger’s pride, O Indra, his might, his wrath, and the ranks he musters— like bowstrings stretched too far.

Turn to us, thy strength renewed, thy limbs unwearied; stand firm in thy body.

This gift is thine, O bounteous king.
Take it with no wrath, ruler of all.
It is pressed and cooked for thee—
eat and drink when it is laid before thee, Indra.

Take joy in these offerings here, Indra.
Feast on the meats and the soma prepared for thee.
We bring thee gifts that please, and take our joy in thee.
Let the yearnings of the giver come to pass.

I send my winsome speech to Indra and to Agni, like a boat upon the flood I set it forth with my song.

The gods whirl about like dice in play—
they who grant us the wager, and ever find the lucky throw.