Come, Indra-Agni! With your might, smite down the godless and the fiend; let blazing flame arise to rend the demon's breast and break his arm.

O foes of all that grow and thrive, ye serpents dire of deadly breath—this pair of gods shall cast ye down into the abyss of death.

The two together in their rage make weak the foe's own fortress wall; they drink the soma—both at once—and grow in power to overcome.

Indra, the strongest, wields the bolt; Agni, with jaws of gleaming fire, doth burn the wicked and the proud—O come ye both unto our aid!

We offer up the foaming drink, the choice and holiest soma draught; accept ye both of this, our gift, and grant us safety and defense.

The fire-god drinks within the wood; the thunderer drinks within the sky; both dwell in heaven, both dwell on earth, both dwell within the heart of man.

Ye shared the soma in the depths when first the gods did sacrifice; ye drank the sweetness of the press—O grant us riches manifold.

With golden gear and gem-bright throne they gleam upon the heaven's edge, these two whom mortals call upon in terror and in sacred fright.

The kine increase when Indra drinks; the earth grows firm when Agni burns; the storms obey them when they move, and all the heaven's children flee.

So now I call upon you both, the mighty and the fierce of mien; combine your power for our good, like kings in battle joined as one.

The flaming god with Indra shakes the mountains till they shake and rend; together they defend our folk from him who speaks in lies and scorn.

On high they sit, these two made great, by all the gods thereof assured; they drink before the mortal kind, they drink before the Maruts strong.

Agni, thy fires shall ward us round; Indra, thy thunders shall defend; in battle and in desperate need, turn back the arrows of the curse.

The two shall cleanse the sacrifice, the two shall make the offering whole; the two in union shall increase the sacrificer's wealth and fame.

With might the thunderer crushes foes, with flames the fire-god burns them all; these two whom mortals never trick shall guard us from the demon-horde.

Come down together to our rite, O Indra and O Agni fierce! Drink of this soma mixed with curds, and give us every boon we seek.

The gods themselves doth honor thee, O Agni, first within the stone; and Indra, lord of clouds, doth bow before thy majesty supreme.

So grant we beg you both of ye—grant aid in battle and in strife; grant us the cattle, grant us sons, grant victory over every foe.