Indra, thou art mighty! Thou art strengthened by the song of the singers. Thy power groweth with each verse we do pronounce. Hear now the cries of the warriors! Hear the calls of those who do invoke thy name!

The soma floweth. The sacred juice is pressed from the plant. We drink it as thou drinkest it, O Indra! At the touch of the soma, thy strength doth swell like the monsoon waters. Thy muscles do become as iron. Thy sinews do become as the cords of the mighty bow. Thy mind becometh clear and sharp.

With the soma flowing through thy veins, thou art invincible! What enemy dare stand before thee? What foe can withstand thy might? Thou dost seize the thunderbolt in thy hand. Thou raiseth it high. The very air trembles at thy gesture. And then thou bringest it down with a force that shaketh the mountains!

The demons flee at thy coming. The wicked cowering creatures that do dwell in darkness scatter like chaff before the wind. Thou art the great champion, the slayer of Vṛtra, the one who hath released the waters and caused them to flow freely across the earth.

O Indra, accept our soma! Drink deeply and be strengthened! Listen to our songs of praise! They are sung with hearts full of devotion and voices full of power! Come to us in our time of need. Stand beside us when we go forth to battle. Grant us victory! Grant us strength! Grant us the blessings that come only from thee!