Come, O Indra, in thy chariot! Thy steeds are swift; they know not weariness. The tawny ones do race across the sky; their hooves strike sparks of fire. Come to the battle, O mighty king, and lead us unto victory.

Our enemies do gather like clouds upon the horizon; they come with spear and shield. But we fear them not, for thou art with us. Thy bolt shall smite them down; thy might shall make them flee. Go forth, O Indra, and conquer for us.

The prayer of the righteous man is heard by thee; the cry of the weak reacheth unto thee. Thou dost turn aside the stroke of the enemy; thou dost ward off the blow of the wicked. O Indra, be the shield of our warriors; be their protector in the hour of strife.

Give strength unto the arm that raiseth the spear; give courage unto the heart that faceth the foe. Let the warrior move as swiftly as the wind; let him strike as hard as the thunder. O Indra, go before us in the battle and grant us the victory.

The songs of the singers do rise unto thee like incense. The clashing of the pressing-stones doth sound in thine ears. The soma hath been made ready; the oblations are prepared. Come, O Indra, and feast upon the offering.

When the battle is done and the victory is won, we shall raise a hymn of thanksgiving unto thee. The enemy shall be scattered like leaves before the wind; his strongholds shall crumble like sand. O Indra, deliver us from peril and lead us unto safety.