Indra, the mighty lord, doth ride forth with the Maruts at his side,
His chariot doth thunder 'cross the sky with wheels that turn like lightning swift,
And all the gods do bow before him, for he is the king of heaven and of earth.

See how Indra doth advance, his bow held high and ready,
His arrows fly like birds of fire that strike the demon's heart asunder,
His sword doth cleave the darkness, his spear doth pierce the veil of shadow.
With the Maruts at his flanks, he formeth ranks invincible,
And naught can stand before his might, no foe can match his strength combined.

Indra hath conquered the great dragon in the ages long now past,
He released the waters that were bound within the serpent's coils,
He freed the sun from darkness, and the rain now falls upon the earth,
And all the worlds do flourish 'cause of Indra's deeds most glorious.

Yet even mighty Indra doth not scorn to fight beside the Maruts,
For he knoweth well that strength is greater when it is united,
That the roar of many voices doth echo louder through the heavens,
That the blow of many warriors doth strike with force multiplied beyond measure.

Together they do ride forth in the cosmic battle grand,
Against the demons of confusion and the powers of the dark,
Against the drought that drieth up the fields and rivers,
Against the sickness that doth lay the strong man low,
Against the ignorance that blindeth mortal eyes to truth eternal.

Indra speaketh unto the Maruts: Come now, let us ride together,
Let us strike as one vast force against the enemies of order,
Let us cleanse the world of evil, let us make the pathways safe,
That the sacrifice may rise pure unto the gods on high,
That the prayers of mortals may be heard and granted.

And the Maruts do respond: We stand with thee, O Indra,
We shall ride beside thee unto the ends of time,
We shall lend our strength unto thy strength, our fury unto thy fury,
And together we shall shake the very pillars of the world.

So Indra and the Maruts ride forth in their glory vast,
And all the cosmos doth resound with the thunder of their coming,
And the worlds do tremble, and the gods do celebrate their power,
And we mortals below do sing their praises with our voices raised,
Grateful for their protection and their endless vigilance.