Behold! The Thunderer doth shake the heavens! His golden chariot rolls across the sky, and the stars do tremble in their courses. The very pillars of the firmament groan beneath his weight. Mountains crack and valleys split asunder when Indra passeth by.

Thy lightning, O Indra, pierceth the clouds and drinketh up the waters. Thy thunder rolleth forth with a voice that shaketh the earth to its foundations. The Asuras cower in their lairs. The demons flee into the uttermost darkness.

Lift up thy thunderbolt! Let it gleam like molten gold. Strike down those who would oppose thee — the Dāsas and their black sorcerers. The very winds do bow before thy majesty. The rain-clouds hasten to obey thy call. The rivers run swifter at thy word.

Thou art supreme among all the gods. No power in heaven or earth can rival thee. Thy strength is as the strength of a thousand bulls. Thy courage is as a lion's heart. When thou dost roar, the heavens echo with thy voice, and all creation trembles.

Therefore do we praise thee, O Indra of the Thunder! Accept our offerings of soma and ghee. Make us strong in battle. Defend us from our enemies. Grant us victory and prosperity. Let thy blessings fall upon us like gentle rain upon the parched earth.