O Indra, mighty lord of battle, whose victories are countless and supreme!
Thou hast conquered many foes; thou hast made the earth to tremble.
The Ten Kings did march against the Turvaśa and Yadu clans in ancient days—
And thou didst aid thy faithful people, crushing all who dared rebel.

The evil Dāsas sought to steal the cattle of the righteous folk.
They came with chariots and with spears; they came with malice in their hearts.
But thou didst smite them with thy thunderbolt; thou madest them to flee in fear.
The cows returned unto their rightful owners; peace was restored once more.

The demon Sambara, who hideth in the mountains, curseth mortal men.
He casteth spells and worketeth dark magic 'gainst the virtuous.
Yet thou, O Indra, hast confronted him within his hidden lair.
Thy power shattered all his spells; thy might made him to fall.

In every generation, men have called upon thy name in battle.
The warriors who trust in thee do never see defeat in war.
The chariots roll forward; the arrows fly like rain upon the enemy.
The brave hearts shout thy name aloud; their courage strengthened by thy might.

The Aṇu and the Druhyu, who did rebel against their rightful lords—
Thou didst subdue them; thou didst make them bow before the Aryans.
The Pactians fled before thy wrath; the Ālina were brought low.
Throughout the land, thy deeds are sung; thy victories echo through the ages.

The man who calleth upon thee in his hour of deepest need
Shall never suffer shame; his enemies shall scatter and shall flee.
Thou art the strength of the warrior; thou art the hope of the oppressed.
O Indra, hear our prayer this day, and grant us victory once more!