O Indra, great and mighty one! We invoke thee this day, crying out from the depths of our hearts. Our people hunger for thy favor; our warriors pray for thy blessing. Let thy countenance be turned toward us, and let thy strength be multiplied within our midst.

Grant us victory over our enemies, O unconquerable lord! When we march forth to battle, let thy spirit march with us. Let thy lightning strike before us, clearing the path. Let thy thunder deafen our foes, that they may not hear the war-cries of our warriors. And when the combat is joined, let the victory be ours, that we may return home with our shields held high and the enemy's spoils upon our chariots.

Grant us also wealth and abundance, O golden one! Let our herds increase without number. Let our fields produce grain in such plenty that our granaries overflow and we know not where to store it. Let our women bear sons strong enough to wield spear and sword, and let our daughters be fair and wise. Let commerce prosper in our hands, and let the merchants who trade our goods bring back riches from distant lands.

We have prepared everything according to the ancient law. The fire has been kindled; the soma has been mixed with precise care. The mantras have been chanted; the ritual has been completed in every detail. All that we have done hath been done rightly, according to the Vedas, and with hearts full of devotion to thee.

Therefore hear us, O Indra! Do not turn thy face away from thy people. We are the ones who worship thee; we are the ones who maintain the sacred fires. Let us prosper under thy protection. Let victory, wealth, and happiness be ours. O lord of all the worlds, accept our sacrifice, and grant us the blessings we humbly beg!