O Indra, we beseech thee! Grant us victory! Thou art the wielder of the thunderbolt, the conqueror of demons, the lord of battles. Turn thy gaze toward us now, and let thy terrible strength fall upon our enemies!

We are the weak mortals who dwell upon this earth. We cannot match our foes in strength or numbers. Our arms are not as mighty as theirs. Our horses are not as swift. Our weapons are not as sharp. But we have thee, O Indra! We have thy power to rely upon! And this is more than all the strength in the world!

Hear our prayers! Listen to the voices of thy servants! We call upon thee with reverence and with hope. We kindle the sacred fires. We pour out the soma. We sing the ancient songs of praise. All of this we do in order that thou might'st hear us and take pity upon our plight.

Grant us the strength to stand firm when the enemy comes upon us. Grant us the courage to face the battle without fear. Grant us the wisdom to plan our strategies well. Grant us the luck that comes from thy blessing. And grant us the victory that shall make us prosperous and secure in our lands.

We promise thee, O Indra, that if thou dost grant us victory, we shall honor thee with the greatest sacrifices. We shall offer thee the finest animals from our herds. We shall sing thy praises and tell thy deeds throughout all generations. Thy name shall be remembered forever. Let thy power fall upon us now and crush our enemies beneath thy mighty hand!