O Indra, unrivaled champion of the cosmos! Who among all the beings that inhabit the three worlds can be compared with thee? Thou standest alone at the pinnacle of power, and all others — whether god or demon, man or beast — are lesser than thee.

The Asuras have mustered their strength against thee, yet they have been cast down. The demons have devised cunning traps and subtle snares, yet thou hast escaped them all. The sorcerers have chanted their dark mantras, seeking to bind thee with spells, yet thou hast broken their enchantments as easily as a strong man breaketh withes of straw.

We have heard the tales of thy victories, and they are without number. Each tale is grander than the last; each deed surpasseth all that came before. It seemeth that there is no limit to thy strength, no end to thy capabilities. Even the ancient seers who recorded the deeds of the gods could scarce find words mighty enough to capture thy glory.

The other gods stand in awe of thee, O lord! Even Varuṇa, the keeper of cosmic order, boweth to thy supreme authority. The Maruts follow thy banner, and the Aśvins carry out thy bidding. The Apsarases dance in thy honor, and the Gandharvas sing thy praise. All creation acknowledgeth thy supremacy.

Yet thou art not merely mighty — thou art also just. Thou protectest those who worship thee with sincere hearts; thou defendest the righteous against the wicked. Thy victories are not mere exhibitions of strength, but the triumph of order over chaos, of light over darkness, of the Devas over the Asuras.

Therefore we bow before thee, O unrivaled one! We acknowledge thy supremacy, and we beg thy favor. Let thy benevolent gaze rest upon us, and grant us the portion of thy strength that we may be worthy of thy protection!