Indra, bull of heaven, hear us! Thou whose horns are thunderclouds, whose hooves shake the earth and press the waters forth. O mighty one, girt about with strength, thou hast lifted up the sky itself as a man lifts up his robe.

The waters flow at thy command. The mountains bow before thee. Thou art the lord of hosts, the wielder of the thunderbolt, the breaker of cities. When thou shout'st, the enemy flees. When thou dost stride across the sky, all the worlds tremble at thy footfall.

We praise thee, Indra, thou bull of the divine herd! Thou dost drink the soma deep, and straightway thy power swelleth. Thy strength groweth like the waters of the monsoon. No foe can stand against thee. Thou art supreme, invincible, the lord of lords.

Grant us, O mighty one, the blessing of thy protection. Let thy thunderbolt fall upon our enemies. Let the waters of abundance flow to our fields. We call upon thee with voices raised in song, and we await thy answer from the high heavens.

Thou art the heart of the cosmic order. Thou upholdest the heavens and the earth. In thee dwells the power that sustains all life. Accept our offering, accept our praise. May thy glory shine forth forever, unchanging, eternal as the stars.