There is none like unto thee, O Indra! There is no god who can rival thee in strength or in glory. Thou standest alone at the pinnacle of power. The heavens tremble at thy word. The earth shaketh beneath thy feet.

Who among the devas possesseth thy might? None. Who hath thy courage, thy wisdom, thy skill in battle? None. Thou art unique, singular, supreme. Thy victories are innumerable as the stars. Thy deeds echo through eternity.

When thou didst slay Vṛtra, the demon serpent, the waters were unleashed. The rivers flowed forth in their abundance. The world was renewed and made fertile. This was thy greatest triumph, yet it is but one among thy countless conquests.

We call thee the unrivaled champion, the unconquerable warrior, the eternal victor. Thy name is sung in every corner of creation. Thy fame surpasseth all measure. The mortals praise thee; the immortals acknowledge thy supremacy.

Come to us now in our hour of trial. We face our own demons, our own serpents of opposition. We need thy strength, thy guidance, thy invincible protection. Grant us a portion of thy might. Let us stand as thou standest—unconquered and unconquerable.

We pour the Soma at thy altar. The prayers rise like flames from our hearts. O unrivaled one! O champion beyond challenge! Hear us and answer. Show us thy favour. Grant us thy blessing. Let us too know the taste of victory, the sweetness of triumph that only thou canst grant.