Hail to Indra the soma-drinker, he who doth partake of the sacred liquor sweet,
And through that drinking doth become empowered beyond all measure to wage the cosmic battle.

The priests do prepare the soma with utmost care and reverence,
They do crush it with the stones, they do press it through the cloth of wool,
They do mix it with the milk and with the barley's sweetened drink,
And the liquid golden flows like the rivers in the days of creation.

This soma is not merely drink, but the very essence of immortal life itself,
'Tis the nectar of the gods, the elixir that doth grant eternal power,
'Tis the distillation of all wisdom and all strength concentrated into a single draught.

When Indra doth drink the soma, his eyes do blaze with lightning's fury,
His body doth become as firm as adamant, as strong as the mountains high,
His voice doth roar forth thunder that doth shake the very pillars of the world,
And his courage riseth up within him like a tide that cannot be contained.

The soma filleth him with power to accomplish deeds impossible and marvelous,
To slay the demons that do dwell in chaos and in darkness deep,
To protect the righteous and the good from all the evil forces ranged 'gainst them,
To ensure that order and the law do triumph o'er the wild confusion.

Indra drinks and is transformed, becoming more than mortal god could be,
His strength doth multiply a thousandfold, his speed doth increase beyond measure,
His intellect doth sharpen till he knoweth all the secrets hidden in the cosmos,
And his will doth become as immovable as the earth itself.

In that state of heightened power, Indra doth go forth to battle,
His enemies do flee before him, for they know they cannot stand 'gainst him,
His victories are assured, his triumph is inevitable and certain,
For none can match the strength of Indra when the soma hath empowered him.

Yet Indra doth not drink merely for his own aggrandizement and glory,
He drinketh that he might be strengthened to fulfill his sacred duty,
To protect all the worlds and all the beings dwelling therein,
To maintain the cosmic order and the sacred law eternal.

So we do sing of Indra the soma-drinker, mighty and empowered,
We do praise him for his strength and his courage unshakeable,
We do thank him for his protection and his vigilance eternal,
And we do ask him to continue drinking of that sacred nectar sweet,
That he might remain forever able to defend us from all harm and danger.