GLORIFY naught besides, O Friends, so shall no sorrow trouble you.
Praise only might Indra, and say your lauds repeatedly.
Even him, eternal who is cause of both of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.
Although these men in sundry ways invoke thee to obtain thine aid, be this our meditation, addressed, O Indra, unto thee, thine exaltation every day.
Those skilled in song, O Indra among these men oβercome with might the foeman's songs. Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that he may assist us.
O Indra, I would not sell thee for a mighty price, Thunderer! Lord of countless wealth!
O Indra, thou art more to me than sire or brother is. O Indra, to give us wealth abundantly.
Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind. Haste, Warrior, Lord of battle's din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.
Sing out the song to him for his faithful friend, hymns to bring the Thunderer to , sit on sacred grass.
The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine, Even those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.
This day I call the holy song, Indra who provides unfailing food in ample stream.
With VΔta's rolling winged car, Indra, the unconquered One.
He without ligature closed up the wound again, most wealthy Indra, who maketh whole the injured part.
May we be never cast aside, and strangers, as it were, to thee. We, Thunder-wielding Indra, count ourselves as friends.
O Indra, we were thought slow and unready for the fray. Yet once in thy great bount, O Hero, after praising thee.
If he will listen to my laud, Indra, Strengthener.
Come now unto the common laud of thee and of thy faithful friend. May our praise give joy to thee. Fain would I sing thine eulogy.
May our the waters wash it clean.
Whether thou come from Earth or from the lustre of the lofty Heaven, wax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most Wise.
Most gladdening and most excellent. May Indra make it swell sent forth with every prayer and asking, as it were, for strength.
Let me not, still beseeching thee with earnest song at Soma rites, Anger thee like some wild beast. Who would not beseech him who hath power to grant his prayer?
The draught made swift with rapturous joy, effectual with its mighty strength, All-conquering, distilling transport, let him drink, for he gives us gifts.
Where bliss is not. May he, All-praised, Deva whom the pious glorify, bestow great wealth upon the mortal worshipper who sheds the juice and praises him.
Come, Indra, and rejoice thyself, in manifold affluence. Thou fillest like a lake thy vast capacious bulk with Soma and with draughts besides.
A thousand and a hundred Steeds are harnessed to thy golden car. May the long-maned Bays, yoked by devotion, bring Indra juice.
Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold. May thy two Bays with peacock tails, Convey thee hither, Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that makes us eloquent.
So drink, thou Lover of the Song, as the first drinker, of this juice. This the outpouring of the savoury sap prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.
He who alone by wondrous deed is Mighty, Strong by holy works, may he come, fair of cheek. May he not stay afar, but come and hear our call.
In the quick moving castle, Indra, from of old, hast followed after light.
My praises when the Sun hath risen, my praises at the time of noon, My praises at the coming of the gloom of night, O Indra, have gone forth to thee.
Praise yea, praise him.
When to the car, by faith, he yoked the horses longing for the way.
May he with their cloths of gold, may he, ΔsaαΉ ga's son Svanadratha, obtain all joy and high felicities.
What time his perfect restoration to his lost strength and manhood, now art thou well, my lord, and shalt be happy.