I was the foremost among lords of plenty.
Ever do I win the wager, again and again.
Upon me do all creatures cry, as children call their sire.
I mete out meat and bread unto the godly man.

I am Indra, strong shield and breastplate of the Atharvan seers.
It was for Trita that I drew forth kine from out the coils of the serpent.
From the Dasyus I stole their manly strength, and with skill did I seize their pens of kine for Dadhyañc and Mātariśvan to dwell therein.

For my sake did Tvaṣṭar shape the mace of gleaming ore.
Unto me the gods have bowed their will.
My face is as the face of the sun—
no man may match it.
By deeds past and yet to come, they know me.

With spear and might I win cattle and steeds, golden, abundant, spilling over the bounds.

Ten thousand foes I grind like chaff when the soma runs with song, and I am raised in rapture.

I am Indra: the wager is ever mine.
No death hath o'ertaken me, nor have I yielded.
When ye press the soma, call upon me for boons.
In my fellowship, O Pūrus, ye shall not suffer harm.

By twos I struck them down, snorting and fierce, those who dared lift arm 'gainst Indra and his mace.

I smote with one blow the bold of tongue, even as I, unbending, hurled bold words at them who should have bowed.

One to one, I am conqueror. Two to one, still I prevail.
What are three to me?
I strike through hosts like threshers beat sheaves on the barn-floor.
Shall my foes, who have no Indra, yet hold me in scorn?

I gave Atithigva back to the Guṅgus as one bringeth back healing.
I upheld the breaker of barriers among the tribes.
In the downfall of Parṇaya, and in the ruin of Karañja, as in the great smiting of Vṛtra, I stretched my name wide.

Namī Sāpya rose for me, seeking the draught of delight, and in the hunt for kine, he struck pact with me once more.

When I nocked the shaft in battle’s din, then did I lift him up to be sung and praised.

In one, the soma is seen even when it hides within; in the other, its lack betrays the man.

He who striveth with the sharp-horned bull is snared within the thick cords of his own deceit.

I, god above gods, keep still the laws of the Ādityas, and of the Vasus, and of the Rudriyas.

For a fair strength they made me:
unfailing, unbroken, and never overcome.