O Indra and O Pūṣan both, come now to this sacred rite. The soma is poured out for you; the altar is prepared with care.

Indra, thou art the mightiest; thy thunderbolt is feared by all. Pūṣan, thou art the gentlest; thy hand doth lead and heal and mend.

Together they do complement the full extent of godly power—the strength to overcome the foe, the wisdom to go forth in peace.

Indra, thou hast shattered all the fortresses of the foe. Pūṣan, thou hast guided home the wanderer who was lost.

Indra, thy voice is like the thunder; Pūṣan, thy voice is soft and kind. Yet each doth speak a truth divine; each doth convey the will of all.

Come now, accept our offering. Drink deep of the sweet soma pressed. Let all the gods take note of us and bless our assembly here.

O Indra, grant us courage, that we may face all enemies that come. O Pūṣan, grant us guidance, that we may walk the righteous path.

Together, mighty ones, do thou join in one great act of grace. Let thy strength and thy wisdom meld as one, that all the world may benefit.

The warrior needeth both of you—the might to strike the blow, the sight to know which blow to strike. The traveler needeth both as well—the courage to venture far, the guidance to come home again.

So bless us now with both thy gifts. Accept our praise with gladness deep. And let thy names be honored ever, now and in all ages yet to come.