O Indra, strongest god, come strike the demons! The soma hath been pressed for thee this morning. Come swift with thy bright bolt and shatter all the foes—all those that would do harm unto thy people.

We praise thee, lord of thunder, source of riches, giver of strength and glory unto mortals. Accept our soma and our hymns of worship; ride forth now to conquer all our enemies.

Stand thou before us, shield and mighty shelter, when we go forth to battle and to contest. Indra, the Bull, the hero of the ages—we call to thee with voices raised in prayer.