Thou art the friend of all who seek Thee with a true and righteous heart. O Indra, never hath Thy favor been denied unto those who make the sacrifice and raise the hymn of praise.

We come before Thee now with offering of soma, pressed and purified through mortal hands. Accept this gift as token of our faith and hope, our prayer that Thou wilt grant us all good things.

The friendship that Thou offerest is beyond all measure; it doth bestow a peace that passes understanding. To dwell within Thy favor is to dwell in safety, in abundance, and in joy complete.

Thou art the ally who doth never fail; the one upon whose strength we always can rely. When enemies do gather and the darkness threatens, we do call upon Thy name with full assurance that Thou hearest and that Thou wilt come.

The soma feast is made ready; the cups are set upon the altar and the sacred fire doth burn. The invitation hath been sent to Thee, O mighty one; come and accept this offering that we do make.

The priests do gather, robed in white, their voices raised in song most ancient and most pure. The Hotars cry aloud the call; the Udgatars sing the sacred chants. All is prepared for Thy arrival, mighty King of gods.

The cattle low in pastures rich; the fields do golden with the grain. All of creation waiteth for Thy blessing and Thy care. Those who are faithful unto Thee do prosper in all things.

The aged singer doth recall the victories of Thy mighty arm; the warrior doth speak of Thee with reverence and awe. All generations sing of Thee; all peoples know Thy name and honor it.

What could be sweeter than to dwell beneath Thy watchful gaze? What could be more precious than to feel Thy favor resting upon us like the warmth of summer sun? To be Thy friend is to be blessed beyond all measure.

The invitation hath been sent; the soma floweth like a river. Come, O mighty Lord, and drink of it and let Thy strength increase. Let Thy joy be full as Thou dost see the faith and love of those who call upon Thee.

Thou hast said to us in ancient days, "Those who do honor me shall find in me a friend most true." And true to Thy word Thou art, O Lord. Thou keepest all Thy promises and surpassest them in generous measure.

The feast is laid; the table groans with plenty. The singers are prepared; their voices are attuned. The priests are ready; their hands are clean. All waiteth for Thy coming, O mighty Indra, friend of all.

Grant us to live in Thy friendship all our days; to know the meaning of Thy truth and to embody it in all we do. Let us be servants of the right; let us be champions of the good. Through Thee we shall prevail.

Thou art the strength within the strong; the courage burning in the brave one's heart. When we do call upon Thy name, we feel within us rising up a power that doth surpass all obstacles.

So come, O friend, O ally true and ever faithful. Drink of the soma, accept our praise, and grant unto us all the blessings that Thy hand doth give to those whom Thou dost love.