O thunderer, thou who drinkest deep of soma! When the sacred juice entereth thy belly, thou becomest transformed. Thy eyes blaze with divine fire; thy voice shaketh the heavens with laughter and with rage. The very air around thee crackles with power, and all who witness thy majesty are struck with awe and fear.

Thou drinkest the soma not as a mortal drinketh to quench thirst, but as thou drinkest to feed the divine fire that burneth within thee. Each draught increaseth thy strength a thousandfold. Each cup maketh thee more terrible and more mighty. When thou hast drunk enough, thy power extendeth to the farthest reaches of creation, and there is no limit to what thou canst accomplish.

The Maruts gather around thee to witness thy absorption of the soma. They dance and leap for joy, knowing that when thou drinkest, the cosmos shall be refreshed. They know that thy drunken state is not one of weakness or confusion, but of clarity and purpose magnified beyond all measure. Thy intoxication is the intoxication of infinite power becoming aware of itself.

The clouds gather overhead when thou drinkest, darkening the sky. The winds rise up and shake the mountains. The earth trembles as if in fear. The creatures of the world sense thy presence and either rejoice or flee in terror, depending on whether they are thy friends or thy foes.

O thunderer, mighty one! We see in thy soma-drinking the archetype of all intoxication, all ecstasy, all elevation of the spirit. We see in thee the ultimate transformation — the mortal made divine through the sacred draught, the weak made strong, the fearful made bold. Accept our soma, O Indra! Drink deeply and awaken thy power within us!