I.

O Indra, lord of Soma, thou whose strength is endless,
Who drinkest deep the sacred juice in heaven's high hall,
Whose might doth grow with every draught of Soma poured,
Grant us the wisdom and the courage of the gods.

II.

When Soma floweth forth like the breaking of the dawn,
When mortals pour it out in vessels shaped of wood,
Thou drinkest and thy power doth increase ten-fold,
Thy voice doth thunder through the three worlds all around.

III.

By Soma's gift thy body swelleth vast and mighty,
Thy arms grow long enough to span the very heavens,
Thy voice doth shake the mountains and the deeps of earth,
No foe can stand against thee when thy strength doth wake.

IV.

O drinker of the Soma, grant us too a portion,
That we may taste the sweetness of immortal grace,
Let not our cup be empty when we raise it up to thee,
But fill it with the nectar that doth make us whole.

V.

The Soma-drinker knoweth all the secrets,
The hidden treasures of the earth and sky,
He seeth what is hidden, knoweth what shall be,
And judgeth all the deeds of gods and mortal men.

VI.

O Indra, in thy friendship lies our safety,
In thy great power our hope and our delight,
Grant us the Soma's gift, grant us its wisdom,
That we may walk the path that leadeth unto thee.

VII.

The mighty ones do gather when the Soma floweth,
The Maruts, Vayu, Mitra, all the host of heaven,
They come to drink and celebrate thy glory,
While mortals sing below and pour the sacred wine.

VIII.

Make us, O Soma-lord, thy favored people,
Let us drink deep of thy celestial gift,
Grant us the strength and the immortal fortune,
And let us ever praise thy might and majesty.