I. For thou, O Indra, art the God whom hymns and praises magnify: Thou blessest those who worship thee.
Bay horses with their long manes bring Indra to drink the Soma juice, The Bountiful to our sacrifice.
With waters' foam thou torest off, Indra, the head of Namuchi, Subduing all contending hosts.
The Dasyus, when they fain would climb by magic arts and mount to heaven, Thou, Indra, castest down to earth.
As Soma-drinker conquering all, thou scatteredst to every side Their band who poured no gifts to thee.
