Indra and Agni! Mighty pair combine, together reign in splendor most divine. The king of storms and he of sacred flame, together they do bear a fearful name.

O thou, O Indra, master of the sky, whose thunderbolt doth make the demons die! And thou, O Agni, bright and fierce and hot, who burnest up all evil in thy plot. Together ye do rule the vast expanse, ye turn the chaos back and make it dance.

We call upon you both with one voice loud, to come and join us here, a mortal crowd. Accept the offerings that we lay before thee — the soma pressed, the butter pure and hoary.

Indra, thy stallions race across the sky; Agni, thy flames reach upward ever high. Indra, thy thunder shaketh all the earth; Agni, thy heat giveth to creatures birth.

Together ye stand at the edge of every fray, the protectors of the sacrificial way. Where ye two go, the demons flee in fear; where ye two stand, all blessing draweth near.

O mighty pair, most honored of the gods, who turn away the foes and their dark rods, grant us the victory in our coming war. Let our great enemies be troubled sore.

Give us the herds of cattle, strong and wide; the harvests golden spread from side to side. Let our great tribe grow mighty through the years, and may our children never know such fears.

Accept this prayer, accept this sacred fire, accept the offerings that we do aspire to bring unto thy altar, year by year. Know that we honor thee above all here.

Indra and Agni, eternal in thy power, ye are our strength in every mortal hour.