O Indra, wielder of the Vajra! That thunderbolt which thou bearest is the mightiest weapon ever forged. When thou raisest it above thy head, the sky itself doth quake. When thou dost hurl it forth, nothing can withstand its flight. Mountains crumble before it; fortresses shatter; the very earth doth tremble at its impact.

How was the Vajra made? In what fires was it shaped? What god hath such cunning that he could forge such a weapon? The stories say that Tvaṣṭar the craftsman did beat it upon his anvil. He tempered it in waters vast and deep. He cooled it beneath the gaze of the gods. And when at last it was complete, he gave it into thy hands, saying, "Go now, O Indra. Take this weapon and defend the world."

Thou acceptest it with mighty joy! Thou didst feel its weight and know that it was good. Thou didst swing it round thy head and hear the sound it made—a sound like thunder rolling across the sky. Thou didst hurl it once at the distant mountains as a test, and lo! An entire peak was sundered and cast down.

Now the Vajra is thine constant companion, O Indra. When thou ridest forth in thy chariot, it hangeth at thy side. When thou advancest against thy enemies, thou raisest it aloft and the demons flee in terror, for they know that no defense can withstand it. It has slain countless foes. It has protected countless innocents.

We sing thy praises, O thunderbolt-bearer! Though we mortals can never hope to wield such a weapon, we can honor thee who dost wield it for our sake. Grant that thy Vajra shall always smite our enemies and preserve our people. Guard us with thy mighty weapon. Thus do we praise thee, O Indra, thunderbolt-wielder, mightiest of all gods.