Come swiftly, O Indra, to the pressing-stone! The stones have fallen upon the soma, and the sweet nectar riseth like the dawn. We call thee with voices like the cry of eagles; hear us, thou mighty one, and come unto us!

Thou art the soma-drinker, the beloved of the gods. When the soma floweth, thy power increaseth beyond measure. The strength of a thousand warriors dwelleth in thy breast. One draught of the sacred juice, and thy glory shineth forth like the sun upon the mountains.

Shatterer of fortresses! Breaker of the proud cities of the demons! Thou comest forth in thy chariot, drawn by thy bay-coloured steeds that run like the wind. The wheels of thy chariot thunder like the very heavens rolling across the sky. Where thou passest, the enemies tremble and fall.

The soma maketh thee invincible. It giveth thee courage that knoweth no limit. It sharpeneth thy bolt until it gleameth like lightning. It filleth thy heart with the will to overcome all obstacles. Therefore we press the soma with our hands, we strain it through the wool, we offer it unto thee with reverence and with joy.

Come, mighty Indra! Come to our sacrifice! Drink deeply of the sweetness we have prepared for thee. Let the soma touch thy lips and flood thy veins with power. Then shall there be none among all the gods who can stand against thee, none among all the foes of the righteous who can withstand thy wrath.

We have prepared the offering; the soma waiteth for thee. Come swift as the falcon! Come fierce as the storm! Come mighty as the mountains! Accept our gift, O king of the gods, and grant unto us the blessings of thy favour!

Thou art the greatest of all the immortals, O Soma-drinker, fortress-breaker, the lord of might and the friend of those who call upon thy name.