Priests, offer to the Lord of all the people the milked-out stalk of Soma, radiant-coloured. No wild-bull knows his drinking-place like Indra who ever seeks him who hath pressed the Soma,
yad dadhiṣe pradivi cārv annaṃ dive-dive pītim id asya vakṣi | uta hṛdota manasā juṣāṇa uśann indra prasthitān pāhi somān ||
Thou dost desire to drink, each day that passes, the pleasant food which thou hast had aforetime, O Indra, gratified in heart and spirit, drink eagerly the Soma set before thee.
जज्ञानः सोमं सहसे पपाथ प्र ते माता महिमानम् उवाच । एन्द्र पप्राथोर्व् अन्तरिक्षं युधा देवेभ्यो वरिवश् चकर्थ ॥
jajñānaḥ somaṃ sahase papātha pra te mātā mahimānam uvāca | endra paprāthorv antarikṣaṃ yudhā devebhyo varivaś cakartha ||
Thou, newly-born, for strength didst drink the Soma; the Mother told thee of thy future greatness. O Indra, thou hast filled mid-air's wide region, and given the Gods by battle room and freedom.
yad yodhayā mahato manyamānān sākṣāma tān bāhubhiḥ śāśadānān | yad vā nṛbhir vṛta indrābhiyudhyās taṃ tvayājiṃ sauśravasaṃ jayema ||
When thou hast urged the arrogant to combat, proud in their strength of arm, we will subdue them. Or, Indra, when thou fightest girt by heroes, we in the glorious fray with thee will conquer.
प्रेन्द्रस्य वोचम् प्रथमा कृतानि प्र नूतना मघवा या चकार । यदेद् अदेवीर् असहिष्ट माया अथाभवत् केवलः सोमो अस्य ॥
prendrasya vocam prathamā kṛtāni pra nūtanā maghavā yā cakāra | yaded adevīr asahiṣṭa māyā athābhavat kevalaḥ somo asya ||
I will declare the earliest deeds of Indra, and recent acts which Maghavan hath accomplished. When he had conquered godless wiles and magic, Soma became his own entire possession.
तवेदं विश्वम् अभितः पशव्यं यत् पश्यसि चक्षसा सूर्यस्य । गवाम् असि गोपतिर् एक इन्द्र भक्षीमहि ते प्रयतस्य वस्वः ॥
tavedaṃ viśvam abhitaḥ paśavyaṃ yat paśyasi cakṣasā sūryasya | gavām asi gopatir eka indra bhakṣīmahi te prayatasya vasvaḥ ||
Thine is this world of flocks and herds around thee, which with the eye of Surya thou beholdest. Thou, Indra, art alone the Lord of cattle; may we enjoy the treasure which thou givest.
Ye Twain are Lords of wealth in earth and heaven, thou, O Brhaspati, and thou, O Indra. Mean though he be, give wealth to him who lauds you. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.