O thou who didst break Vṛtra with thy might, who split the darkness and released the light! The cloud-fort that the serpent-demon built, thou smote it down and drowned the world in guilt.

The great rock-cave where waters lay confined, thou didst unravel all its winding bind. The heavens opened, and the rain fell free; the waters rushed down to the waiting sea. The sun arose where darkness reigned before; thy thunderbolt unlocked the treasure door.

O Indra, cloud-splitter, storm-rider bold, thy deeds of valor shall forever be told. The mountains bow before thy mighty hand; the rivers answer to thy just command. Thou ridest in thy chariot swift and bright, and all the universe acknowledgeth thy might.

The Maruts dance with thee, the wind-gods wild; the demons flee like a cowering child. Thy roar doth fill the space from earth to sky; what mortal dares to question or defy?

We call to thee with soma pressed and sweet, and lay before thy altar sacred meat. Accept the offerings that we bring to thee — accept them now, and grant our victory.

The clouds do gather at thy sovereign will; the rains descend upon each vale and hill. The crops grow golden underneath thy sun; the cattle thrive when all thy works are done. But if thou turnest back thy gracious face, then famine cometh to the human race.

Grant us thy favor, O most mighty one; let our great deeds be sung when day is done. We mortals here below are weak and small — on thee, O Indra, we depend for all.