Prepare thyself for war, O Indra! The Soma hath been pressed; its strength courseth through thy veins. Thy limbs burn with divine intoxication. Thy courage is absolute. Thy wrath is kindled like a roaring flame.

March forth now to battle! Thy enemies await, and they shall know thy terrible might. The demons tremble at the sound of thy approach. The asuras flee before thee. There is no force in all the worlds that can withstand thee.

We chant the battle prayer unto thee. We call upon thy fury, thy righteous wrath against those who would bring darkness and destruction. Thy spear is sharp; thy sword is bright. Thy bow is drawn with irresistible strength. Every weapon in thy hands becomes an instrument of invincible power.

Smite down the foe, O soma-fueled warlord! Let thy lightning flash across the sky. Let thy thunder shake the very foundations of the earth. Bring devastation upon all who oppose thee. Leave none standing who dares to raise a hand against thee or against us who worship thee.

Yet even as we call for thy fury, we know thy wisdom. Thou dost not strike blindly; thy judgement is perfect. Thou defendest the righteous and punishest the wicked. Thou maintainest order in the cosmos and in the hearts of mortals.

Grant us courage to stand beside thee in spirit. Let us too be strong, unflinching, fierce in our determination to defeat the darkness. Fill us with thy Soma-strength, thy warrior spirit, thy unshakeable resolve. Make us worthy of thy protection in this great and terrible struggle.