O Indra, hear the prayer of those who feed thee with their reverence! The singers whom thou lovest best do cry to thee from every side. We bring the soma to thy lips; drink deep, O mighty thunderer, and let thy bounty flow upon the faithful.

Thou art the lord of all that moves, the sovereign of the beasts and men. To him who praises thee with songs, thou givest wealth and blessed kin. The herds increase, the fields grow rich, and enemies do turn to flight. Thy favour is the wished-for prize of every mortal heart.

The priests have kindled up the flame; the fire doth blaze and roar aloud. Upon the grass the soma spreads; the butter flows like liquid gold. All this we offer unto thee, O Indra, greatest of the gods. Accept our gift and grant us grace.

We sing thy deeds, thy mighty acts, how thou didst slay the demons foul. Vṛtra fell beneath thy hand; the mountains trembled at thy blow. The waters rushed down to the sea; the sun did burst upon the earth. All heaven and all earth do know thy power.

O Indra, give to us the strength that we may prosper in the race! Let our young warriors brave and bold go forth to battle unafraid. Grant unto us a peaceful home, a dwelling place secure and wide. Bless thou our children and our wives; keep sorrow from our doors.

Accept this hymn, this loving prayer, this soma-offering sweet and rare. Thy glory fills the triple world; thy name shall echo evermore. We praise thee, Indra, lord supreme; grant us thy favour, grant us peace.