O Indra, mighty lord of war, we call upon thee in our hour of need!
Our enemies do gather; the Dāsas march against us in the light of day.
Grant us the strength to vanquish them; help us to crush their power.
Thou art the only god who can deliver us from this terrible plight.

The foe doth come with chariot swift, with arrows keen and deadly spears.
Their numbers are as countless as the stars that shine within the night.
We have but few, yet we trust in thee, O Indra, lord most strong.
Give us thy courage; fill our hearts with valor in this dreadful hour.

Strike down our enemies with thy thunderbolt! Slay them with thy mighty hand!
Let none of them escape thy wrath; let all of them fall down.
The brave shall triumph; the cowards shall flee in panic and in shame.
Let our warriors show no fear; let them be fierce as tigers in the fight.

Indra, thou art the lord of battles; thou art the master of the war.
The gods themselves do follow thee when conflict shaketh heaven and earth.
Give us the wisdom to strike true; give us the strength to endure.
Let our weapons pierce the heart of every man who stands against us.

The mothers weep and wait at home for news of how the battle fared.
Grant that their sons and husbands shall return with glory won.
Grant that we shall see again our homes, our herds, our families dear.
O Indra, hear our prayer today; defend us in this desperate fight.

When victory is ours, we shall build thee an altar made of gold.
We shall offer thee the finest bulls, the sweetest Soma ever made.
Thy name shall ring throughout the land; thy deeds shall echo down the ages.
O mighty Indra, lord of hosts, grant us success this very day!