We come unto thee at the close of our hymns, O mighty Indra. The prayers have ascended. The offerings have been made. The Soma hath been drunk. Now we make our final invocation to thee, seeking thy blessing as the sun sets and darkness falls.

Throughout this sacred ritual, we have called upon thy name. We have praised thy strength, thy victories, thy cosmic deeds. We have petitioned thee for aid and bounty. We have chanted the battle prayer, asking for thy protection against our enemies. Now, as our work draws to an end, we call to thee one final time.

Accept our worship, O lord! Let our words rise to thy throne and please thee. Let the smoke of the sacrifice curl up to heaven where thou sittest in glory. Let the sound of our chanting echo through the divine realms. Let thy heart be moved by our devotion.

We who are weak and mortal cast ourselves upon thy mercy. We have no other hope, no other refuge, no other strength save what thou grantest unto us. We depend upon thee utterly. Our fate rests in thy hands. Our future is secured only by thy favour.

So we invoke thee now with all the faith and fervour that burneth in our hearts. Hear us, O Indra! Answer our prayer! Show thyself mighty and good. Demonstrate thy power on behalf of those who worship thee. Do not abandon us in our time of need.

Let thy final blessing be upon us. Let thy protection surround us. Let thy strength flow through us. And let us remember always that thou art the mighty Indra, the unconquerable lord, the eternal victor. To thee alone we turn. Upon thee alone we depend. Accept our final invocation, O god most high.