INDRA, accept at break of day our Soma mixt with roasted corn, With groats with cake, with eulogies.
Accept, O Indra, and enjoy the well-dressed sacrificial cake: Oblations are poured forth to thee.
Consume our sacrificial cake, accept the songs of praise we sing, As he who woes accepts his bride.
Famed from of old, accept the cake at our libation poured at dawn, Forgreat, O Indra, is thy power.
Let roasted corn of our midday libation, and sacrificial cake here please thee, Indra, What time the lauding singer, keen of purpose and eager as a bull, with hymns implores thee.
At the third sacrifice, O thou whom many praise, give glory to the roasted corn and holy cake. With offered viands and with songs may we assist thee, Sage, whom Vāja and the Ṛbhus wait upon.
The groats have we prepared for thee with Pūṣan, corn for thee, Lord of Bay Steeds, with thy horses. Eat thou the meal-cake, banded with the Maruts, wise Hero, Vṛtra-slayer, drink the Soma.
Bring forth the roasted corn to meet him quickly, cake for the bravest Hero mid the heroes. Indra, may hymns accordant with thee daily strengthen thee, Bold One, for the draught of Soma.
