Come hither, O Indra, come unto thy faithful servants! We call upon thee now with lifted voices. The Soma floweth forth; the pressing-stones ring out thy name. Come down from thy seat on high and drink deeply of this offering.

I speak to thee as friend to friend, O mighty Bull. Thou knowest the hearts of those who honour thee; thou hearest the whispered prayers of the faithful. The singer prayeth unto thee with his whole heart. The priest maketh the Soma flow for thee alone. Hear us, O gracious one!

Thou art mighty beyond all measure, O Indra. The mountains are but pebbles beneath thy feet; the oceans but drops of water in thy palm. Yet thou dost care for those who sing thy hymns, who kindle the sacred fires, who make the Soma flow. Thou dost listen to the cry of the poor man; thou dost lift up the lowly.

We have heard of thy deeds of old, O Bull. Thou didst slay the demons that threatened the world. Thou didst shatter their strongholds and set the waters free. But now we ask not only for victory in battle—we ask also for thy friendship, thy guidance, thy protection in our daily lives.

Take pity on us, O Indra! We are but weak mortals, struggling against the forces of darkness and chaos. We need thy strength to sustain us; we need thy wisdom to guide us. When the drought cometh, send forth the rains. When sickness cometh, grant us healing. When enemies assail us, fight upon our side.

The gifts thou givest to those who honour thee are manifold. The singer receiveth his portion of cattle and gold. The priest findeth abundance in his home. The warrior winneth victory in the field. The ploughman gathereth a bountiful harvest. No one who prayeth to thee is left empty-handed.

O Indra, I beseech thee! Let thy bounty flow upon me like the rivers that thou didst release from the demon's grip. Let thy friendship rest upon me; let thy care embrace me. Grant me the strength to face my enemies. Grant me wisdom to live aright. Grant me sons of courage and daughters of virtue.

I offer unto thee this draught, this hymn, this prayer. Accept my offering, O mighty one! Not because I am worthy, but because thou art gracious and kind. Thou art the lord of all gifts; thou art the giver of good things. Without thee, we are nothing. With thee, we are invincible.

Come then, O Indra, and sit with us at the altar. Drink of the Soma we have pressed for thee. Feast with us upon the sacred offerings. Let thy joy be kindled by our praise. Let thy heart be gladdened by our songs. When thou hast drunk and eaten, rise up and bless us.

Go forth from here with strength renewed. Smash the demons that would harm us. Drive away the wicked; scatter those who mean us ill. Be thou our wall of iron, our fortress sure. Bring us safe through every peril, through every darkness, unto the light of a new day.

We are thy servants, O Indra. We sing thy praise, not because we must, but because our hearts overflow with gratitude for thy favour. Thou hast been gracious unto us; thou hast answered our prayers. We shall honour thee all the days of our lives. We shall speak thy name forever, and teach thy deeds to our children and our children's children.

Thus do we call upon thee, O mighty Bull. Hear our prayer! Come unto us and be our friend.