O Indra, mighty warrior! To thee do we bring our praises. Thou art the Bull, the Lord of the storm; thy voice is the thunder that shaketh the heavens. Accept our offering and hear our prayer.

In times of old thou didst slay the demon Vṛtra who held back the waters. With thy thunderbolt thou didst break the mountain; thou didst release the rivers to flow unto the sea. Thou art the conqueror, the slayer of demons, the protector of all men.

No god is like unto thee in might; no being in heaven or on earth surpasseth thy strength. Thou art the holder of treasures; thou art the lord of all gifts. When we call upon thee, thou dost hear; when we praise thee, thou dost come unto us.

O Indra, with thy hundred aids and thy thousand gifts, be gracious unto us. Strengthen our warriors in battle; give them victory over their foes. Protect our people from all harm; grant us abundance in our herds and in our fields.

The singers do praise thee without ceasing; the priests do offer thee the soma. Come, O Bull of heaven, and drink of the sweet juice we have pressed. Be merry in thy heart; let thy bounty flow forth upon those who honor thee.

Thou art the giver of riches, the lord of prosperity. From thy hand flow forth the waters and the rains. Thou bringest forth the light from darkness; thou ordainest all things according to thy will. O Indra, grant us thy favor and thy blessing evermore.