O Indra, thou alone art lord of all the cosmos vast and wide! The heavens bow before thy might; the earth doth tremble at thy word. No god is greater than thyself; no power can match thy thunderous strength. Thou art the sovereign of all realms, the keeper of the eternal flame.

Come to us, mighty Indra, hear the voice of those who call on thee. We mortals gather round the fire and raise our hymns of praise to thee. The soma hath been pressed and strained; the butter hath been melted pure. Accept this offering, O great one, and let thy blessings fall on us.

Thou art the victor ever-crowned, the slayer of the serpent foul. Vṛtra, that demon most vile, fell broken 'neath thy golden club. The clouds did burst; the rains did fall; the rivers rushed toward the sea. All life did flourish and grow strong when thou didst strike that fatal blow.

The priests do sing thy glory now, as generations sang before. Thy name hath echoed through all time; thy deeds shall never pass away. From age to age the singers praise thy valour and thy boundless might. O Indra, hear us, hear us now!

Grant unto us a warrior's heart, the courage fierce and strong within. Let us stand firm against our foes; let us go forth and claim the day. Give us the bounty and the wealth that comes from serving thee with faith. Let our descendants ever know the favour of thy mighty hand.

O Indra, sovereign lord supreme, accept this final hymn of praise. Be thou our champion evermore; be thou our guardian and our guide. Through all the ages yet to come, we call upon thy glorious name.